Am I already running out of things to say? - age 21, wordless, too tired to pause and think in the humdrum of everyday life. I feel so uninspired lately, no ear-worms or literary phrases running through my head. I can't even remember the last time I read such a good book it provoked any sort of emotional response in me: when were the days I furiously reread paragraphs because they felt so true, cried at sad endings, and literally laughed out loud at jokes? I think this is the result of too little being too much lazing, I should make more effort to be in the moment.

Life has actually not been bad, I have just been lazy to consciously record rethink all these little moments. Dinners with friends, slow-paced school days, meeting Kenneth's mistress for supper. In between there have been bad and sad moments, but these I have gotten over too! Oh and I finally got to watch the much-acclaimed Pulp Fiction, it is absolutely hilarious witty and violent, I totally understand now why there are so many cultural references to it.