exhaustion has a strange effect on me. I hope this cant be construde offensively but when Im this physically tired I feel as if theres some part of my brain, mental->physical which isnt functioning normally, like somethings defective. Im making no sense I believe.
its interesting how satisfying it can be just to push yourself in the simplest ways. to bypass the point where you planned to give up and refuse to do that. its interesting how much of exercise is psychological and what you tell yourself youre capable of.
normal person speak. evidently running+cigarettes=nausea+headache. I got like 3 hours sleep last night. I couldve come back at like 6, tidied a bit and gone straight to bed, but for some reason I didnt. I hate myself when I purposely make things difficult. and then moan. on a blog. bonjour cliché.
halfwit? evict him for his fucking ridiculous name alone.
my God heath ledger was such a better joker its not even funny.
I watched a fair bit of the sex and the city film last night while avoiding revision (judge me, dont care) and decided that the nature of relationships is just really really sad. the end.
I want to see my sisters keeper. apparently the books great, obviously I havent read it, the but girl from little miss sunshine, one of my favourite films ever is in it, and shes well brill.
I promised myself this would be a short one. oh my goodness I think I can sleep now, lates.
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