I'm drunk...

I was in great form, til came the reality storm! Is it better to have friends and be resolved to your sadness...to love them and hate them for making you feel wanted and unwanted? Would you prefer to just exist in your boring little bubble..and not let the world in? Deny this chance to exist and just create your own life story? You want it to be a story of your own making, a fairytale..and how can you change yourself? You don't need their approval and you let it be known, but you want their approval..keep it together, nothing must fall, but you build and you build, till you've formed this great wall, and no one could penetrate it, why should they care about you, because it's too much to break through it, and they have their problems too, and you've already settled to be on your own, and that decision means you must go it alone

Bricks

A house... it has four walls, windows, doors, furniture, toaster, bed sheets, toothbrush-holder, etc. but a home... what makes a home?

And around again...

And now for another tirelessly boring and unfulfilling day..and around again. Or is it yesterday...or does today reflect tomorrow. Does it matter? Let's assess... today I've learned that depending on wind changes my window squeaks at least once every five seconds, that a huge spider lives in my bathroom, and my house smells increasingly like decaying matter... that much to my dissapointment the hash potato in the college cantine is just potato with parsley in it (they could have at least shot for oregano), but that it tastes quite good with my cold salty soup. In browsing the internet I've discovered that when ladies confess (fhm's finest) it generally involves someone coming in their face as if it were the height of naughty lewdness, it makes me laugh how contrived most of them are, with a few genuinely disturbing tales thrown in to keep you on your toes,...for want of a better phrase. So what else...played a few games, made my cv, discovered that if I was somehow magicked off to a parrallel universe where I existed within the realm of Hogwarts, that I would belong to the Ravenclaw house, oh, and I learnt that when Coca-Cola began to be sold in China, they used characters that would sound like "Coca-Cola" when spoken. Unfortunately, what they turned out to mean was "Bite the wax tadpole", yes I do love coke. Shows what occupies my thoughts on an average day though right, and that's only skimming the surface of the higgledy-piggledy maelstrom that is my mind.
Now generally, I would have a huge problem with the structure of this rambling with it's random commas and rare fullstops but it has no meaning and should reflect that aswell.....oh yeah, most toilets flush in E flat, and punctuation was not invented until the 1500's