I drum my collarbones to country music..

That's not just a random set of words, I actually do. I've been listening to a lot of country lately, and I find myself drumming my collarbones whenever something upbeat comes on. I've got a weird sort of love/hate relationship to country music. I hate it because it's so bloody cheesy. On the other hand, I love it because it's so bloody cheesy. Seriously. It's this wide-eyed fascination of the absolutely most mundane things in life. "I'd set my alarmclock for seven o'clock... [violin] But I pressed snooze a couple of times... [violin] When I got up, I noticed you'd left a note for me... [violin and upped drama] On the kitchen counter - the note was of white, bleached paper... [drums leading into the chorus]" Et fucking cetera. I love it. Yeah, well, I'm trying to balance out the song currently stuck on a loop in my head. I just can't stop singing it. I think in comparison you'll find that country - despite it's whining - is pretty god damn cheerful.

Anyways, at the moment, I'm bloody tired. I was planning to cut class today, but my sneaky plans were immediately cut short when my beloved lecturer appointed me the person to pass on the message that... Actually, I can't remember, so I'm hoping he'll be there so I can just remind him to do it himself and I won't have to make a complete fool of myself. I might anyway considering I'm wearing a pink scarf with a camouflage-coloured skirt.(welcome to the amazing world of colour analysis for the colourblind... The skirt in question might be bright orange for all I know).