‘I was made for lovin’ you baby, you were made for lovin’ me’. – I Was Made For Lovin’ You; KISS.
“i always imagine a hippie all happy on drugs, driving his car along the highway and singing this to his love. bobbing his head and wearing oversized shades. oh, not to forget his colourful clothes and long hair.” – a friend.
now, when i hear it again. it does make me picture a similar scene.. except, he’s riding a unicorn. the song is pretty darn sweet. (Y).
so, it’s house arrest time. i think i rested enough after prelims got over last thursday.
Thursday: slept likka baus the whole night.
(i’m quite confused. is it supposed to be S’ or S’s? cause S isn’t exactly a word. but still ends with a S. ohwells. grammer nazis, bite me!)
Saturday: J’s party, at Cafe Del Mar! she shone brightly like a sapphire disco ball. happy birthday J! i am gullable, hence, i’m fun to probably laugh at. imma getchu asshats, imma getchu!
so i have done my share of chillaxing. now, back to crunching numbers and memorising facts.
42 days to the big A.
no more time.
no more slacking around.
no more procrastination.
no more going about.
it’s “house arrest”.
it’s time to get busy. sean paul style.
feel the temperature in the room rise?
that’s heat radiating from my nervous brainwreck and biting of nails.
time to be positive and little more hardworking.
first step- be done with the entry and start on the math paper.