These laces are untied, but my feet are still walking away.

i don't feel like pictures today. {:
anyway, i finally got the full set of textbooks. and the music book sucks. :/
and i dissected yet another KFC chicken thing. :D and obtained FBT shorts. whee.
go piying's blog for the full account.
i'm lazy. maybe some other day.
OLE run tomorrow. { bounces }
i'm freaking excitedddd. AHHHH :D
reading emo twit posts are rather amusing. D: (i did NOT write the following)

"dear... iie really missh yiews... iie feel sho lonely without yiews... wher arh yiews muais love??? iie really missh yiews lotss... how iie wish iie cudd qqo bakk tuhh derhs same pold daes wen we arh togther... we were sho happie... wad joke iish fate tryiin tuhh play on ush??? we were sho happy together inn derhs pasht... yy mush kena seperated??? iie really dunch wann tish tuhh happen lorhs... iie really feel sho losht without yiews... iit'ss been 4 mths without yiews lerhs... andd iie still love yiews ash much ash b4... iie mme sure dhat yiews arh muais rite 1 lorhs... yiews were owaes dere 4 miess dear, wen no 1 really cares... iie rewally niid yiews nw... but yiews arh sho far away frm miess... iie really dunch noe wad tuhh do without yiews... plsh dunch 4get mies... iie wil wait 4 yiews... iie promissh... iie wil try muais tuhh cor yiews de... iie lubb yiews."

but once upon a time i was like that too. :/
and i'm not exactly proud. okay, at least i didn't consider blades. a twit i may have been, but a HAPPY twit i was. D:
that is, until nearer to the end of my twitity.
and pining for the other party is pathetic in twit.

damn.
i feel full. and i'll most likely feel sick if i take dinner.
had KFC too late.
i don't want to have dinner. :/
mother (AND grandmother) won't leave me alone until i do. this is annoying.
I, don't, want, to, have, dinner.
this is freaking childish. but i don't want to do something which i know will make me feel uncomfortable. :/
and i don't see how freaking much it'll benefit me if i do take dinner either.
it's not like i'm aneroxic.
i know that i'm lucky to even have food on the table. i should feel grateful. but right now i feel that the food-on-the-table would be much more useful like, in cambodia.
bloody crap.
mother's shouting. :/
time for dinner.
i, still, don't, want, to, have, dinner.

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hey guess what i'm back and i feel queasy thanks lots mother. ...