There used to be seven posters in my room. Now there is one. It's not LotR, WoW or even anime, but something given to me by someone I'm not even in contact with these days. Our paths crossed very briefly, I regret to say. She was a source of comfort, at the time. Someone I'll remember for the rest of my life, though we were together for only a handful of days. I hope she is doing well. She reminds me of the mermaid at the edge of the world of Narnia. If we meet again in the years to come, on the streets or train, I will surely greet her with an embrace.

Oh quick mayfly before-

Two weeks more. Twelve damn days. Eternity! But freedom is close, I can feel it. Yet I dare not look for if I falter-
Forver is nothing. Forever is twelve days. Twelve days to cry, dream, bleed. My pen flows. My life is ruled by pieces of paper.

There is time yet for Living

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So that was my share of teenage angst. I put this here because I want something to look at in the decades to come. Written in bed with indian ink. Yeah, at the ungodly hours of the morning that put you in strange moods.

Yes I have a long list of people to meet up with after this is done. Amanda, Mavis, the MI people (so that we can whine about the exams or assignments for poly bunch) and various IJ people. RK meetings go without saying. And the boyfriend too, of course.

I am writting this under the assumption that I'll be awake after the 24th. I'll be clearing out my room (including cleaning the walls) right after my last paper. Very unhappening, I know. What to do, the last time I cleared the place out was after my last major exam. That was two years ago, dammit. I think the resident dust bunnies have their own political systems by now.

Then I'll probably WoW for as long as I can before Gee kicks me off for MC or something. Calien needs some lovin'!