Posted by psych at August 31st, 2006

happy happy happy sad sad sad happy happy happy sad sad sad……….

I feel kinda confused, kinda in the middle of some kind of phase..

Second puberty? Maybe my third if you count that time I was all soft when love started sucking for me (the bad kind of sucking..)

That makes me think about satisfaction..

I can’t get no… satisfaction…

I can’t get no… satisfaction…

…Push me… And then just touch me… Till I can get my satisfaction….Satisfaction,satisfaction,satisfaction..hmm…dont mind the mindlessness of it all. It seems to be making perfect sense to me at the moment. Tired. Running around all day trying to get crap together. Ran to the 4th floor(where all my bloody classes are) at col from asia café to pass up a formal report. Bloody teacher failed to mention she’s a bitch about details. God. Ran to the library to separate everything and staple the sections Highlighted the actual citations that I cited. Couldn’t remember what else she wanted. Ran back up to ask. Ran back down and finished it up. Fucking locker area in the library was so damn crowded. Argh. Ran back up. Gave it. Sighed relief. One down. I could have given it later but they’ve got some kind of policy where even like 5 minutes late gets you a 10% mark deduction. Don’t wanna take the chance since my classes are back to back and I cant take five minutes to do anything other than pee during different classes. So skipped eating anything to finish something which I finished earlier and pass up something I could have passed up later.

Enough about me. Bored now. Will continue that story which I have no idea what to do with cos im all out of ideas and its prolly gonna suck but its better than leaving it to die a graceless death. Here goes guys. Cover your eyes. Ill punctuate the story properly I promise. Bad punctuation pissed me off too but bothered I cant be right now as my fingers are typing faster than my brain can punctuate. Sry.

Where was I…?

Ten strides away from where Clara and the outsider met, curious eyes glared at them through substantial obscurity in the form of undergrowth and darkness. They gawked with unnatural intensity at the unaware nun and a ceaselessly muttering voice emanated from where it stood.“Wait. Wait. Wait. Waiting. Wait must. Must wait. Patient. Patience.”

It stared intently at the nun as she unlocked the large lock which held the large gates securely together. It heard the subtle scraping of metal on metal as the ancient safeguard sprang open like two willing, slender legs. (j/k I respect women and everything they bring to our fair planet. Seriously. SERIOUSLY) A sudden wind caused Sister Clara to clutch at her robes and hurry the stranger into the convent. The endless muttering started increasing in speed and severity.

“Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill. Kill…..”

It moved in on its target.

Happy Independence Day YOU AWESOME MALAYSIANS!

pSyCh