Pretty much the only time I write anything on this is when I'm pulling allnighters, because as there's nobody to talk to, I stick to talking to no one instead. Plus, this is an excellent way of procrastinating..
Listening to Couldn't Sleep by Milosh. Ironic, because I don't think I'd have any troubly sleeping right now. I love working at this time of night, I feel so creative and intuitive. Only thing is, I really would like a toilet in my room, because I've been drinking way too much water, and I think I'm starting to piss Maman off - dashing to the bathroom every half hour or so, while she's trying to sleep. And you know, she despises disorganisation, which is my middle name, so the fact that I'm pulling an all nighter is not helping the situation I think.
Due to the beach being planned tomorrow, earlier I came to the thought that I'd rather go there fake tanned than an albino. So I tanned up. I now feel like a fake black person. I used the really dark stuff, which is good, and doesn't actually turn orange, but everyone's going to be like "Shit, how did you get so tanned so quickly." Wow, good story.
I really have to pee.
A fusion of my thoughts, feelings, experiences, and my love of all things creative..
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