musicology

and so my new hair resembles that of a hybrid of a 80s throwback punk, a very confused butch and the Esplanade. hmm. hopefully that equations to s-p-u-n-k-y. and hence i shall try my best not to worry excessively about lookin remotely masculine.

i find myself askin (or wanting to ask) evryone this question all the time :

"What is your point?"
(with one arm akimbo the other stretched outwards in a shoving position)

person talks too loudly in class. what is your point?
person throws a hand grenade at me. what is your point?
person secretly peeps at the mating lizards on the wall. what is your point?
person rants manically bout inane stuff like a jacko wacko. what is your point?

so on and so forth.

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i'm beginning to panic ever-so-slightly about revision and schoolwork. evryone seems to be taking things at a leisurely pace. or is it just my imagination workin overtime again? yes i believe it is so. so if you will excuse me i will proceed to cram 2 more sentences that make no sense whatsoever to my bleary grey matter, just so that i'll feel better and concuss sweetly tonight.