sometimes i think i should make like flu and start a secret blog. i probably will, in all honesty, because i censor myself. which is the exact opposite of what i should be doing. food pour thought.

i've started to take the "fuck it" attitude towards school. not in the "not go to class, don't do work" way. in the "these bastards can think whatever they want, i'm going to enjoy myself." and i have been

in other news, i applied to other universities on the weekend. york, queens, uoft(aka asia, aka the place that fun forgot)and windsor. so yeah.

this is a boring post.

i've written the majority of this sitting backwards on a chair sort of dangling myself over my keyboard.

i was walking down the street the other day and i was spellbound by the urban jungle that sprawled before me. there were street tigers and rhinos and panthers. the acid jungle rain fell on me and made my mop of hair wet. it fell over my eye and continued to fall over my nose and lips and chin until i looked like cousin it which was weird because my hair is just a bit shaggy and curly. not super long. acid rain fucks you up.

i'm currently sitting in a room in a building that houses 549 other people. kinda funny how many stories there are in this big concrete block.

I
AM
UNINSPIRED.

and for this i apologize.