it's shitty out.

well, yes. it's that time of the year, that one of the six seasons where you can't help but be miserable. well, sorta. i know i'd feel a lot better with wellies with blue stripes on them. with wellies, at least. it's kinda cold and RAINY. i wouldn't mind if it were not cold -and- rainy -and- windy. someone up there's out to get me.

and mmm so yeah, i have a research paper to write that's for my favouritest class and i'll be roadtripping this weekend. so i'm gonna DIE. NO SLEEP ON MONDAY NIGHT BEFORE IT'S DUE YEAHHH. sweet.

so anyways, to paraphrase cher i have a cup of grapes bag of tostitos on my right and a great song on my laptop. am listening to "let's get it started" but it's the acapella version by one of my school's acapella groups. this one is so good they were featured on a movie soundtrack, i forget which. but it's AWESOME. i didn't even realise it was acapella until halfway into the song.

ooh, spanish. ¿como está? i [heart] spanish, well not really. but i'd like to be able to speak it, which is totally different.

anyways. my point is. how on earth can i get jeremy to blog when i'm halfway around the world. ANYONE in singapore's probably got more influence over him than i do, plsthanks.

and rummy didn't "quit". he "stepped down" which is another word for "resign". no one ever "quits". they just fire themselves so they don't get fired.

and speaking of dreaming, lucid dreaming is the SWEETEST THING EVER. the stuff we learn in philosophy class, yeah. peace out.