Heart feel squashed, and yet pushed with a dose of adrenaline. pimples take hold, breathing becomes empty, giddiness and vertigo is common place, hungry yet full all at the same time:

final semester, works piling, i'm procastinating as usual. typing essay on the other window as blogger loads and reloads. ear phone's plugged in, plotting a great escape somewhere, which i know, i'll just get excited over, but can never afford.

plan to :

get certifications in rock climbing, diving and maybe canoeing when i have the doh, and hopefully the time.

go wake boarding every now and then once blessed with fulltime work which gets into a daily drudgery.

antyhing, to make life less boring. plotting, fantasizing, and knowing how it always ends - postponed, or cancelled. :S

norah jone's sings...
Lines on your face don't bother me
Down in my chair when you dance over me
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again

Late in the night when I'm all alone
And I look at the clock and I know you're not home
I can't help myself

I've got to see you again
I could almost go there
Just to watch you be seen
I could almost go there
Just to live in a dream

But no I won't go for any of those reasons
To not touch your skin is not why I sing
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again

I could almost go there....

No I won't go to share you with them
But oh even though I know where you've been
I can't help myself
I've got to see you again