[Insert another one of those witty titles of yours here]

'Oh wow, Crystal. So you're actually going to do another one of those personal posts again, are you?'
'Yes. Yes I am. And do you know why?'
'I don't think I want to know, really.'
'Well, I'm going to tell you, and you're going to listen. Listen well.'
'Mmhmm.'
'Because, everything I write about is so melancholy and I feel like if there were actually people about the place who read this, I need to make them see that this is just my imagination, and my actual self is not so... sombre. Thoughtful. Something. '
'Do what you will. After all, I'm just a part of your consciousness. I inherently agree with everything you say of do in the end.'
'You raise a vaild point, friend.'
'Whoa, now. Watch out. If you keep agreeing like this you'll end up the sort of weird arrogant sort who hi-five themselves in public. You ever wonder why they have to hi-five themselves? They don't have anyone else to hi-five. It's a vicious cycle.'

So this is just another attempt at proacrastination. Terrible, really. Dreadful. Atrocious.
It will end in disaster.
And I know I need to do something about it.

Yesterday I stood up to do a presentation in front of my class.

Nothing written.

Got some images and skimmed over wikipedia.

Made everything up.

Almost went over time.

I'm sure this isn't good for my education. This 'having friends' business. But I'm not complaining. My grades probably will soon. But maybe they won't. They won't if I stop doing this and actually write something.

But I might just go do something else.


Like walk off the fairy bread and cholocate cake and bavarian and honey roasted macadamias that Millie and I spent most of last evening gorging ourselves on.

It was delicious though.


Okay, side note. When I was just typing into tags, I start to write 'Conversations with mind'. And it pops up already. Like I've done this before. Many times, for it to pop up so quickly.
Sign of insanity? Probably.