Aug. 30: all your fears are mine.
MUSIC: THE SOUND OF ANIMALS FIGHTING
I'm getting old. I mentioned I was going to a party Saturday, well, not only was I constantly yawning and more up for a cup of coffee than a red bull, some random kid called me ma'am. No jokes. I knew the crowd would be fairly young, that's usually the case on d&b/dubstep parties (I don't really go there by choice, in case you're wondering) but damn. Half of the boys in there didn't even have their voice drop. (The grammar in this sentence bothers me and I've actually stared at it for minutes on end trying to figure out the proper way to say this, but wtf total mind block.)
In a month I'll be 20. I'm trying to make changes for myself, I really want to get into a sport (preferably something that involves punching and kicking things) because I feel very, very lazy lately. And I'm slowly starting to look for a job. Maybe one day I'll return to graphic design but for now, nah. Not yet.
Yeah, August and I'm wearing a scarf. I'm extremely fed up with the weather. Also, physiotherapy gets me sleepy so don't mind the absent gaze going on haha. I have two more sessions of utter horror to attend and then my hip should be as good as new.
Happy Monday y'guys!