My housemate and girlfriend are sat with me in the living room at the moment (If she ever reads this I hope she doesn't think thas her only referral, I just hide names :s). We've developed a very close relationship, I think we're all very attuned to each others moods. Sometimes good, a lot of the time bad. We didnt end up going out, not a long story but cant be bothered explaining. So we're sat in drinking. And i'm acting happy. Only because I want to get drunk, I have no intention of going to my 'reading seminar' tomorrow.. I have no intention because there is no point, I love gathering knowledge, but not when I won't use it.
Something i've been meaning to write about but haven't yet is the state of my bedroom..wow...gross and disgusting could not portray the true definition. I like to see my bedroom as the visual image of my mind. A complete collection of disorder.
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