ello all...

quick note #1: i have turned on word verification for comments my blog... this is after i've received comments telling me how interesting my "articles" are and how i should pop by to such-and-such a website to check out their latest discounted products...

which are anyways of a rather unrespectable nature...

so from now on when you want to comment... please humour the computer when it plays that three year-old kids' game of asking you to type out exactly what's the bloated, distorted nonsense word in the little blue box...

at risk of lying to everybody by having quick note #1 ramble into not-so-quick note #1... i shall conclude it and go into today's post proper...

hello there everybody...

ooh everybody please go listen to The Last Time by Eric Benet...
me listening to it was like placing sweet, dark chocolate to bask under the warmth of the sun...
and melt...

...

there was a moment of horror there...

i've been sitting on my rump (and well in other less glamorous positions) reading Stephen King's Desperation the whole day...
the image of melting chocolate... when applied to people... didn't have the exact effect i intended...

but i suppose it's just me...

moving on...

i've realised that i'm hopelessly butterflying around when it comes to university courses now...
well i know what i'm not going to do... but heck...

i don't know what i want...

at times like this when i'm so deeply entrenched in what i'm doing at the current moment... university seems so far off my fickleness becomes laughable...

and poetic...

somehow... i think so...
maybe one of those people who are really studying now and have a better idea of what's poetic can tell me if it is...

moving on again...

goodness i'm on a streak tonight and i'm just going on and on and on...
i'm moving through what i've got to say so fast i can almost imagine some anonymous teacher-figure marking out huge chunks in red ink and writing develop this point! in huge underlined scrawls...

much like my essays back in school...

anyway i was just going to say that sometimes i go on so fast and write so much that i just feel that i'm banging my head against the wall...
much like the metaphorical tormented artist...
metaphorically speaking...

and finally... i've run out of things to say... and so i've saved this for the last part where i hope people who skip this entire post just to come to the end will at least read this...

well actually there's nothing else i have to say...
bwahahaha...

gotcha...