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Tuesday, August 02, 2005

I'm Baaacck....

Uni. Smells delich. Heart stops every so often at all the amazingly beautiful young things, it's enough to cause a heart attack when one sits next to you, or perhaps the explanation as to why I can't say a word is that my heart's leaped up my throat. I was thankful enough for the distraction at any rate, it's strange not really knowing anyone. back at ourimbah, at least I had people to sit next to. really have to overcome my dependence on other people being forward, maybe a marketing job could be useful that way. just leave your soul at the door.

or not. Last thing I need after last semester's marks is even less focus in class. what a way to lose focus though. Could be stuck in a funk, or I could just enjoy the world for at least making lonely days look nice. It's strange to have dreams about someone, especially while I'm going through a kind of deja vu (again). not so much deja vu, as the recollection of a dream when I was young, and it finally making sense, like a premonition you only understand after the event. at least it doesn't seem like I've fortold anything to fear, (things like putting a book on the freezer, and turning to see something on the computer, the moment clicks), but it does worry me while I'm down in a funk.

Bloke, 21, seeking...
posted by Keegan at 9:52 pm

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