Everybody Loves You

I'll get away from you darling
I'll get high hopes
God's been watching
Said, "leave that man alone."
Cause everybody loves you
Everybody loves you

So listening to one song over and over hasn't quite lived up to my expectations of summer. Bleh, damn you Limoges; everyone seems so far away. For here am I sitting in a desk chair. Hmph. Frustrations of living in an isolation station.

I think I know why people write in blogs. They put little pieces of what would be their diaries online. As anyone with a diary won't admit, we keep 'em around in the hopes that the right person would read them. However, since we are comfortable sharing these little personal snippets with our fellow bloggers, it can be assumed that they are not the "right person" and blogging just becomes a seemingly ineffective way of communicating anything, really.

Blehhh. I am not allowed to have a job this school year. There go my fiscal plans. But the parents say that I could get one on weekends for the second semester if I do well in school. I guess my hands will always be smooth as balls (DT reference, my bad).

I used to lay awake in my ship cabin, in the dark, next to Alex, in separate beds of course, and don the persona of Borat. Turns out, he just wanted to sleep and not talk to Borat. But I'm getting to the point which is I have perfected the accent. I can now disguise myself as a hopeless immigrant.

Ooh! A text!