have u ever wondered why highlighters dry out so fast here?

or maybe its just the whole law stduent thing - i've run through 2 highlighters already since i got backl - which is just about a month; and mind you they arent the skinny srying up kind. They're one of those fat inky expensive ones that u get for 3 bucks from popular. They used to last me ages maybe one for a whole 2 years, and now they just seem to run out of steam no matter how diligently i cap them after highlighting each LINE. girls, or whoever next comes up, please bring me a load of ornage and pink stabilo boss highlighters to feed my ravenous consumption.


have u ever wondered y you always never feel like doing the things u are meant o do.

like now - thanks to day light saving, im actually out of bed at 12 pm instead of an unearthly 1pm with about 2 hours to s[are of reading before rushing off to regents park for rugby training. But well, what you plan to do almost always never turns out the way you imagine. I spend the next three quarters of the hours staring into space, scoffing tomato ciabatta, nibblnig at apple and generally feelnig fat whil accomplishing a grand total of 3 pages of reading the whole time. Wonderful, and i still have that wonderful essay on feudal tenure and individualism - 2 concepts i can just not seem to get my head around lying somewhere half typed and with a gazillion theoretical loopholes in my argument.

I didnt mean to wake up so late. I promise. I tried i tried to get work done yesterday, but just spent the whole of saturday wnadering around meeting old friends for thai curry mussels and waffles at belgos, bumping into an old friend in the middle of school; meeting new people atnight, learning new things about people at 3 in the morning, where everyone is either half wasted half stoned or half trashed. I promise to try to focus. I hate being behind on my reading.

Dont really know who reads this, but I dont want to get too explicit with things that are going on. my life is quite a mess now, there've been ups and downs, things turning out not quite the way i thought they would. Sometimes i dont know what im doing or where I'm going, jsut plugging away at it trying to fulfill the commitments I made, trying to not to disappoint people, and at the same time trying to etch out something that I can call my own. Im determined to prove to you that I can do it, that im not some loser at what I want to get - but it gets so fecknig hard, when that thing you choose doesnt seem to want to whats that word- reciprocate. Thoguht about it before, and maybe ive just been so pampered I dont really know what to expect out of something new. Im just getting confused all over again.

I know ive been talking in riddles.

This doesnt make sense does it? But then. when does anything ever make sense?