Play for today

It's already a luck almost nobody knows this place. Because that'd be really embarrassing. BUT I usually hate streams of consciousness, or well, i just love them so much i don't feel worthy enough to abuse them, or. just. use them. That's all. Since if you don't actually know what your mind might puke, all you might obtain is a big, noisy, sly bullshit. And the worst is: none could teach how to do it, or when or why. Should come naturally out of the brain, without pain or any shock.

So i found myself playing the funniest game ever, dance dance revolution, i'm absolutely so far from being even decent at it, but i can't stop, i'm addicted.

And i found myself dancing alone in the living room while the tv played prodigy's smack my bitch up. And i found myself afraid when i discovered it might happen again.

I'm far from home, 600 kms. Scared by the next month. Scared sweaty pink cat. NOW. Normal people usually smell like hm...i don't know...like a bad lemon, when they're sweaty, but that doesn't work with me. I smell like milk. Which is even worse, possibly. You're free not to believe it, but huhu, i can't do much about that, after all.

And i passed my exams with 100/100. That was the total final score. So school's over forever. And i'm afraid i won't pass the admission test at university. The great failure, right?

I've.never.written.such.boring.stuff.

And i couldn't stop, terrible, horrible.

Dissappointed.