the wind is talking to the flowers
wrap my arms around you like bandages,
hundred times tip to toe the length of you.
you'll never see anything again but my skin

I intuitively expect...
*exasperates*

I can't help it, I'm a dread-head;
breaking my neck.
beautiful wonderful.

& a bagillion love poems & background music & plums in the sun/shade/water/glass &
lamenting children.

oh yeah, one more thing.
MY THROAT IS A MESS OF PULSATING, VIOLENTLY RED AGONY SHREDS.
haha

This, pretty much word for word, is my train of thought on the 7:20 2A bus this morning:

I spend $2.70 per day on the bus
($1.35 each way, because there's no such thing as a student return ticket),
4 days per week.
Plus a $7 24 hour beaches pass to go into the city for groceries.
That's $17.80 per week on the bus.

How much does the average Australian student spend per week on petrol? More or less?

Of course, you'd have to deduct for the added freedom and comfort a car brings, not that the bus is uncomfortable, but being alone is always preferable to being accompanied by strangers who are sometimes loud and/or smelly. Then, too, you'd have to add for the additional atmospheric pollution an extra car on the road would contribute, as well as my inexplicable fear of driving and likelihood of 759364920 accidents per day, which I suppose would decrease the longer I'd been driving. And certainly you'd have to add for the initial cost of the car, as well as insurance, registration and maintenance, not to mention lost reading time, for I'm pretty sure you can't simultaneously read and drive.

*ten million hearts in place of ellipses*

This, pretty much word for word, is my train of thought in my 3-5pm Psych lecture:

I really need to take a picture of this theatre as full as it is now. I'm sitting three rows from the back, way up the top, and can still read, all the way down the front, on one of those puny little blackboards, that some supreme being has written:

if you read this
your gay

Um, hello? Isn't a University traditionally meant to be populated by, if not intelligent, then educated people, who at least have a grasp on basic grammar?

Not only that, the lecturer is talking about Freud's sex and child development theories. I'm not far from three girls with bleached hair, tank tops and diet pepsi who groan and shudder dramatically every time she says "vagina," burst out laughing at every mention of "penis envy," and who have said "ewww, this is soooo disgusting," about 999999 times.

*ten million farts in place of ellipses*

I know my word for word trains of thought because I wrote them down at the time in my wrinkly all-purpose notebook, which, as soon as it's full, will be left... somewhere. Do you know how thrilled I'd be to find some stranger's all-purpose notebook in a long-vacated library booth, park bench, bus stop or trampled, muddy roadside?

Anyway, my initial purpose in posting was to tell you all to take this personality quiz. It was given to my psych class two weeks ago, and we got the results back today, which were simply grand. Your results will also be grand. Here is a conditional that proves it:

If P then Q
P
Therefore, Q

P = take quiz
Q = results grand

I know my right wing from wrong

chortle