Well, today has been really unproductive. I spent 1 hour in lectures, 3 hours on busses 2 hours walking about 4 hours on dungeon siege.
After my lecture today, I walked around with Krisneel for a while and then went to the computer labs to get our textbook adds printed out. (We are selling our texts second hand).
At the computer, I wasn't feeling very mellow, and when the program crahsed on me, i began laughing, which then degenerated into sobbing, when then degenerated further into a strange combination of crying and laughing and then krishneel punched me to get my head back on, but it was kinda clear from then on. I wasn't too undepressed. I wouldn't say I am depressed, just really hacked off and really hopeless in a certain strange sense.
I then went home at about 12ish and then reached home at 1ish, I then played dungeon siege till 3ish. And then i realised that I promised howard to help in the flyer distribution @ botany. Well, I took the bus down to botany, only to arrive @ 4.05 pm. I then in a state of semi depressedness wandered around botany for 20 mins. I then bought the new Michelle Branch CD. Michelle Branch has really soft eyes. I like her eyes. She also has nice music. I then ambled down to Macdonalds (which was just across the circular area in the middle of botany) And bought myself some fries and a plain sundae, yeah no EXTRA artificial additives.
All while having this really depressing song being played over and over in my head. "Outside" by Staind ft. Fred Durst. (Fred Durst is the very angry lead singer of Limp Bizkit) But anyway, the song is beautiful, beautiful and depressing.
It goes.
But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colours
'Cause inside your ugly
Your ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
Argh.
Depression can be beautiful touche?
I was sitting down at the bus stop and my father walked by on the other side of the road. He didn't see me. I never would have expected him to anyway. He really does lack stature. Staring from behind my sunglasses. I saw what that was there. He is a man, he didn't ask to be who he is. But he is. He tries his best to do what he does, and does what he believes is right, and that is all one can really expect of him. He can't do more than what he cannot do. Hating him for who he is, is in no way justifiable, just as hating him for giving me my genes.
But there has to be a scapegoat somewhere. And honestly I feel sorry for him, for i have no one to blame, yet someone must be. Just as Krishneel always says. "Dude you are an angry man"
After my lecture today, I walked around with Krisneel for a while and then went to the computer labs to get our textbook adds printed out. (We are selling our texts second hand).
At the computer, I wasn't feeling very mellow, and when the program crahsed on me, i began laughing, which then degenerated into sobbing, when then degenerated further into a strange combination of crying and laughing and then krishneel punched me to get my head back on, but it was kinda clear from then on. I wasn't too undepressed. I wouldn't say I am depressed, just really hacked off and really hopeless in a certain strange sense.
I then went home at about 12ish and then reached home at 1ish, I then played dungeon siege till 3ish. And then i realised that I promised howard to help in the flyer distribution @ botany. Well, I took the bus down to botany, only to arrive @ 4.05 pm. I then in a state of semi depressedness wandered around botany for 20 mins. I then bought the new Michelle Branch CD. Michelle Branch has really soft eyes. I like her eyes. She also has nice music. I then ambled down to Macdonalds (which was just across the circular area in the middle of botany) And bought myself some fries and a plain sundae, yeah no EXTRA artificial additives.
All while having this really depressing song being played over and over in my head. "Outside" by Staind ft. Fred Durst. (Fred Durst is the very angry lead singer of Limp Bizkit) But anyway, the song is beautiful, beautiful and depressing.
It goes.
But I'm on the outside
And I'm looking in
I can see through you
See your true colours
'Cause inside your ugly
Your ugly like me
I can see through you
See to the real you
Argh.
Depression can be beautiful touche?
I was sitting down at the bus stop and my father walked by on the other side of the road. He didn't see me. I never would have expected him to anyway. He really does lack stature. Staring from behind my sunglasses. I saw what that was there. He is a man, he didn't ask to be who he is. But he is. He tries his best to do what he does, and does what he believes is right, and that is all one can really expect of him. He can't do more than what he cannot do. Hating him for who he is, is in no way justifiable, just as hating him for giving me my genes.
But there has to be a scapegoat somewhere. And honestly I feel sorry for him, for i have no one to blame, yet someone must be. Just as Krishneel always says. "Dude you are an angry man"