So I'm almost done with my history essay (I'd better be its 3.23am) and can finally leave with a sort of peace. I think I am tired, I'm not too sure but when I stare at something long enough my eyeballs just sort of vibrate in place. Odd. I thought I should type a little something, respect to my blog, before I hitch off for a few days and blogger thinks I got hit by a truck and wouldn't be coming back to write and shuts this down, who knows.
On a last note, be good while i'm gone (you, u n u) Don't want to come back and find out everyone's got knocked up except me. boohoo. I know it isn't for a quart of my life, heck its not even a quart of a fortnight, but it just feels weird packing up and crossing the boundaries when you know everyone's not moving, y'know?
I'll be 3 hours closer to you, Kleo.
And I'll be 9 hours away from you, Clare.
Kuang, listen in lecture. You're my lifeline. When I get back you can show me your KS wallet. (Not something juvenile like kanasai but you know, K.S.)
I can Pick You Up when I get back Jo, haha.
Later.
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