There's something really odd about what I've been feeling lately; other than an utter sense of being drained, waiting to fall asleep at night for what seems like an eternity and incorporating my Neopet toy collection into outfit posts. I think this expresses the sentiments of college students with stupid berets, expensive focaccias and cups of fair trade coffee without smoking cigarettes and in a more child-like nostalgia. I've been meaning to compose this for ages; finally picked the sewing of the neckline of this top to wear as a skirt while procrastinating and avoiding reading Geology textbooks.
One of my friends from high school posted on Facebook last night about growing a beard and running away to join the circus if she fails her accounting exam. I can strongly identify with those misty-teared sentiments and a clever comment about debit tears and credit happiness. Why can't I just write a book about accounting humour instead?