ok, when my books start throwing themselves at me off the bookshelf (independantly of any human intervention i might add) i think its time for me to take the hint to stop reading blogs and start working.

People can throw a million insults or comments at you in a serious or joking manner, and all of them can completely wash over you.........but occasionaly, they hit the mark without knowing it. Your heart skips a beat then sinks down into your spine; your tongue is paralysed, your brain busy comprehending your reaction to an innocent comment.

I wonder if I know myself aswell as I think I do sometimes.
Life is so strange.

The sunset was beautiful today.

There's so much I don't know, and the more I learn, the more I realise I don't know.

Has a week really gone already? Already a week since lizzy left??
This term is happening so fast, amd i'm just being swept along with it.
Its such a strange feeling. Time seems to flow from essay to essay.......not hours to days or weeks to months. The odd event is thrown in here and there to throw things around, your life and other people's happen around you....but i feel like i'm watching this all through a glass screen.
Detached almost.

muffins.

"We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done".
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow

How true :-)

hey everyone....um, please ignore the last posts.....written by my drunken friend. Actually I could delete them, but hey, why bother? Just to clarify:
I was drunk, I'm not a lesbian, but I do love Lizzy :-)

bye bye bye bye bye bye bye bye byeb

helllo
prachi is drunk
and a lesbaijn
and sbhe loves lizzy
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