I probably shouldn't be at a site with Ninja porn. Not on scool computers anyway.

Tomorrow is the last day to purchase formal tickets. I asked Erin if she wanted to go with me, but she couldn't afford it. I'd take Olivia, but all things concidered that probably isn't a good idea. Maybe I can just keep her to myself. Who knows.

In any case, I suppose none of that is really important. Tomorrow is the last day of term. From then on, my exam revision begins in ernest. When I can find ernest, I'll be sure to move there and begin.

I've been to lovetown. At least, I was told I had - I rather missed it. It's a little 'blink and you'll miss it' place, which are the sort of places I like to drive through just so I can say I've been there. Yay. And they have this feel about them I love. They remind me of the happier moments of my childhood. And the more... physically painful ones. I delight intelling the story of the time I got trapped under a steel slipery-dip (We're talking the big old kind that was probably made ilegal or something. Solid steel). Or the time I got caught on the barbed wire fence. Or the time I ran my bike into the fence around the tennis court. Or the time I fell off the horse and into the ditch with a milk bottle in my hand.

You know, this WAS going somewhere. I was going to launch into a discussion on the psychological implications of a mixed upbringing, but it seems my brother wishes to use the computer. Another time then.

"Crazy are the people walking through my head
One of thems got a gun to shoot the other one"
~Crazy, Seal
- posted by Washi @ 9:42 am