busy keeping up with the fast-paced yesterday, today and tomorrow. inactive online because of the other wonders of internet prone to sickness, physically, mentally and virtually.
It was a fun packed day, wished the day wouldn't have to end with me rotting in front of the computer screen. Oh well, every day have to end somehow. So my day was- headed to the pit soon after meeting up with my fellow buddies, had jolly fun barbecueing the food, darn it was hot being the chef. I was a smelly fart and sweating behind the stove pit thingy(ended up smelling like a chicken at the end of the day). Haha. We were told to cook our own if we wanted to eat but those jerk ass boys scooped up almost everything we cooked, or even burnt, but overall it was awesome. After munching and munching, me and a few other girls sat on chairs in a circle and stacked our legs up on top of one another and it was hella funny for some reason i'm unsure of. Decided to join Sufi in his guitar playing, we played for everyone[: Played Awake, How much and Guardian Angel- Was the only songs I knew. The girls and me then raced at the bicycle track, we were hyperly high. The day ended just like that- kedepak, and the day was over. haha, now i'm here rotting and squinting my steamy eyes to the small fonts.
I am a machine I can feel The sugary drips to my chin I am a machine, and i am real.