'screw the fourth of april'.

bad day. now, lets attempt to not appear so...

oh yes, mini cornettos. they are wonderful wonderful treats. they are amazing heavenly therapy for the deprived tastebuds on my tongue. the brilliant taste and texture just sends me flying. i ate seven tonight and i feel drugged. i feel good. when you're feeling drugged, you're shit high and you're flying so high that reality has no chance to whack your face smack hard. thats the beauty, thats what i need, what i love.

i hate the fourth of every month, it's a day i won't forget, a day i'll try not to remember. i hate april, warm month, far from the end of school term and common test and syf month. four months before april was a good month, nice month. december, school holiday, wonderful hell of a time, dreaming, floating. but today is the fourth and april, the fourth of april. which makes it the fourth day of the fourth month of the year and the fourth day of the fourth month after december. which doesn't make it a good day. i don't really like the number four no more...

math reminds me of life. at least equations do. put a positive to one side and you have to add a negative to the other. it never lets both be positive. just the way everything else goes...