Summerish gibberish

point to note. my blog's resembling more of a love-struck/emo 15 year old kids with a fondness for that strawberry coloured font i randomli put in as well as corny lyrics from cornier songs.

another interesting observation number (*insert relevant number here*)
the number and degree of boobs seen is directly proportional to the level of heat.

let's just say it's been Hoooooooot here lately.

I speak for myself, as a straight/slight sense of decency loving creature, when i say that it is highly uncomfortable to be standing in a bus and look down to see sweaty, melon-look-alike ''things'' that no straight/slight sense of decency loving creature should see,especially while they're hot as hell and cramped into a bus with 40 other stinking sweating people and have been standing for the entire duration of the 40 0dd minute bus ride.

Now if you were a guy that'd be an entirely different scenario.
(probably swoon over and faint, and not just because of the heat.
and oh, while making sure u land on said woman's ''things''.)

-end rant-

i might not get to go see family after all. fuckin passport issues.
might.
yeh, it sux. i know.

exam tomoro. can't concentrate.

drug is leading me to exasperation. i think everything leading me to exasperation, except since he's the only human i talk to i put it all on him. not fair, but hell, life isn't either.

"What is that noise?"

The wind under the door.

"What is that noise now? What is the wind doing?"

Nothing again nothing.

"Do

"You know nothing? Do you see nothing? Do you remember

"Nothing?"

I remember

Those are pearls that were his eyes.

From 'The Wasteland' by T.S Elliot.

what i do remember of you is 3 months and 18 miles, 2 weeks and late-night talks. what i do remember is a i-m-too-scared-to-admit butimissyou, what i remember is a soft-blown kiss goodnight.

i remember the smell of your skin. i remember everything.
i remember all your moves. i remember you, yeh.
-Please forgive me, by Bryan Adams.

and Rudolph's a red-nosed reindeer who had a very shiny nose.
like a light bulb.

those that know me know about my infatuation with randomly singing that song when i have nothing to say.

if Rudolph was a man i'd marry him. red-nose and all.

People make mistakes, to make up, to break up
To wake up cold and lonely
And chill baby you know me, you love me, I'm like your homie
Insteada beefing come hold me, I promise I'm not a phony
Dont bounce baby, consol me, come here
-All I have, J.Lo.

Convince me.


and nowwwwwww.....back to the highlight for the remainder of my day, my Organizational Behaviour textbook.
yay for small delights.

(which reminds me of turkish delights which reminds me of Narnia. not that i'm fond of either')
im craving KitKat.

-xo
eeda.