The 101st post, and I've nothing in my life to show for how far I've progressed since the time I started blogging. Sure people have come and gone, but this feeling of stasis seems inescapable. Like an unfortunate rut filled with quicksand. By the time the exams pass I would have gone under.
So excessively drama.
The weekend was spent rotting at the new National Library because Act3Theatrics had a performance there and I helped with the manual labour, which is way less stressful than performing. Thankfully, because after (finally) finishing all my term papers, I hardly have enough brain cells left to crack an egg.
Sitting on the steps at the atrium and stoning/people watching is extremely therapeutic though hazardous because you attract a lot of attention, mostly unwanted and unwelcome. Somehow, being the recipient of other people's flirtatious behaviour (male and female alike) leaves me feeling extremely violated, and leaves a bad taste in the mouth. Bleargh.
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