一步一步像恆星轉動 逆風也不放手

[highways]

So when I'm not obsessively Googling my new celebrity boyfriend (sorry, JGL, I feel we had a good, if short, run) and bitching about the Korean robots from space sent to destroy me, I'm pretty intensely involved in having a life basically, which is a shock to me and maybe everyone else, I don't know. People are amazingly willing to forgive my loud and bumbling way of socializing—suspiciously so. For instance, I went to see a hilarious and bizarre play last night, which honestly was a production that probably deserves its own entry, and afterwards one of the performers came up to me and said we actually knew each other already. "Uh," I said. "真的嗎..." And then she invited me to go out clubbing with her next week. Students get in free!

Yeah idk. Not even.

Thursdays are my long days. Like Wednesday. And Friday. At the end of all of them, I'm a zoned out zombie who speaks in a fucked up language all my own, usually along the lines of: "Oh god, 為什麼我的 fucking I don't know christ I want to sleep 可是不可以, 我有作業作業 always the fucking 作業, 我不喜歡那個課, 不喜歡大學, I don't even like being alive, 殺我."

My extremely difficult life, let me show you it. Oh, and hi new friends from the friending meme, what is up.