Blackout on Friday. Had to take a shower in the dark with Connie holding a torchlight. Then because the fire alarm is going beepbeepbeepbeepbeep, I had to borrow a sleeping bag and go sleep on the floor in the corridor. If that doesn't irk you enough, I now also have no internet. NO INTERNET. My life is slowly seeping away like my life's blood, into the river of oblivion and boredom, and I CAN'T GET ON MSN. Given that right now I've hijacked a neighbour's room to use his internet, this explains my dire predicament. I'm forced to use the library's net. The horror. The horror.
Spent the whole of Sunday mourning and being sleepy, and 4 hours in the library photocopying books for Holocaust essay. $40 amount of copied books. Filled with radiation. I must be sterile by now. Can I sue the university when I want to have kids? Perhaps.
I have 3 assignments due on 30th, 2nd and 3rd. I can effectively forget about Ann's birthday because it's on the 1st. Also I haven't seen Derek in ages, Eepin, Rayner, that boy who claims to be my brother but spends ages in the company of OTHER girls. I must tell his parents.
SPGO will be having a tournament . So come. Before I chopchop you.
Ok. Jarrod is studying in the corner. I must leave. Ta.
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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