The point of reading

Ace of Spades, Queen of Spades, Ace of Diamonds, Nine of Spades, Seven of Spades, Queen of Diamonds

I can't remember who is who :P
Miss blu don't laugh!

So.. hmm.. I was talking to Ravi a couple of weeks ago and finally decided that it would be a good idea to start writing again. To get in touch with my feelings. Or something... here and anywhere. And seeing as my room has become such a depressing and disconnecting space for me, rendering the probability of writing with pen and paper almost impossible (hence worth all my efforts), it will probably be more often than not here.

I thought I didn't get much sleep last night, because I kept looking at the clock and it just kept on marching forward and suddenly it was 7am and I felt like shit and I still wasn't comfortable yet, but a few hours ago I remembered a dream I had, so it must mean that somewhere in those darkness hours I did fall away for a bit..

I dreamt I was really down about something (that I don't remember)
but I was with friends,
and we were at a bar or something
and we had a whole table of drinks spread out neatly in front of us
and I drank everything
like I had a time limit
I think I did
something like wanting to go, wanting to go, wanting to go
and thinking
I won't get drunk I won't get drunk I won't get drunk
I just need to finish these last few
and I did
finish the drinks, I mean
and someone beside me
a friend
exclaimed about how he'd never seen someone drink so many drinks so quickly and was I feeling alright
and I thought
shit
Now I'm going to feel crap and I hope I don't throw up
and then I woke up
before I got drunk
or had the hangover

now if there's ever a way to take it out on a drink, that would possibly be the best way
all the fun and none of the consequences

:P

I have assignments and essays I should be writing. Or at least posters I should be sticking up..