hmmm, these chicken nuggets are actually allright when they’re undercooked. it’ll just mean that they’ll probably be squirting them out later or something.

having nothing to do is an interesting paradox. on one hand you remember how nice it is to not be responsible for anything. and yet being incredibly unproductive just makes me feel like a lazy sloth.

gonna get you….like a spaceboy…

even when you’ve anly slept for three hours and are extremly hungover, sledding is still awesome

no one sleep in tokyo….all night crossing the line…

so unmotivated, i don’t even feel like typing while i sit here although i was going to write down a bunch of stuff, cause i haven’t blogged in like a week. i just can’t force myself to right now, and for some reason i feel like punching a hole in the wall. for no reason. just that strange feeling through my body where i just need to smash something. for the sheer fact of just smashing it. i wonder why people feel like that.

i wonder why I feel like that.