holiday.

is it just me.or are my weekends really becoming terrible?i hardly do anything anymore.which is rather relaxing in a sense but also a rather huge waste of minutes.i find it increasingly bothersome to go out with people who do not matter so i end up doing pretty much nothing.thats not stupid is it?...or is it?(thats how the bright young things in Waugh's Vile Bodies speak. "darling,how very divine of you to help out.oh dear, its not too much trouble do you think...or do you?". nobody does satire like Waugh.) well im convinced i'll be home today till i have to get back to camp.i declare today Sombre Solitude Day.

playlist.

listening to Arctic Monkeys tonight.not out tonight because im hardly in the mood.tonight feels more like a 'nice music and nice book' night.im sure everyone feels such a way once every fortnightly or something.now im listening to Hard-Fi.the book thats waiting for me on my bed is by Nietzsche.the fear now is that i might fall asleep before i turn a page.now im listening to The Bravery.i could do with a cigarette now.i had a very much appreciated conversation with jasmine li last night had rachel's place while we were smoking.i agree that the being in limbo bit is the worse.and that some people really need to start all over.now its Arctic Monkeys on again.