.. have decided that i am a member of the exclusive klutz's club, whose members have probably been too busy recuperating to make their presence known to outsiders. i've tripped and stumbled more times in these few months of uni than all my previous 19 years put together, and sustained magnificent souveniers of my futile attempts at sports. what can i say? some people are born to be competitive, play sports, swim and/or run endlessly etc etc. me? i prefer to sit still and hone my thoughts. i know i need to somehow induce a competitive streak in me to do well in life, but it all seems rather comfy right now.

.. have also been feeling listless these days. can't find work, been reading meself blind and there're only so many times a month you can bake deformed cookies before you choke up your family's arteries. christmas's coming too, in case you haven't noticed in spite of all the glaring sales ads and too-loud music screaming peace and harmony to your eardrums. presents? *nervous laughter* maybe i'll just give everyone a hug- it's free, and it lifts the spirit, so what's not to like? alright fine i may be a miserly bugger, but at least i'll be a sweet miserly bugger.