Everything except drama.

Somehow I don't really care, especially since my enthusiasm for drama has been on the wane anyhow.

I've ended up in a class of slackers who hate math and chinese, and all have lovely wonderful side interests (READ: MUSIC AND DRAMA) which makes them interesting jamming buddies and conversationalists.

Also, they are totally not muggers/dead fish.

I think I've found myself a wonderfully talented duet buddy too.

Yet life sucks.

Well not really, I just don't feel happy.

I'm slowly withdrawing from my circle of friends.

I'm not really withdrawing, just losing the motivation to talk to them anymore.

My zest for life, no longer very evident.

I've been tired mostly.

It's not that I suddenly don't want to talk to people, i've just been too tired to talk to more than one person a day.

This had better be temporary orientation hangover.

Sigh.

Just another starstruck (see above for evidence*) wanderer trying to find his way in this horribly confusing and sometimes messed up world.

This space as you might have realised is for my own venting. It's where I talk, to myself. To the universe. It's where I don't lie. Much. Chances are you won't get more truth out of me than these few billion pages of angst.

My life isn't that bad. Sometimes. The good parts just usually end up being the blank dates in between the posts you see. So yes, just to practice my math and to cheer myself up a little, the number of posts is inversely proportional to my mental wellbeing. Yes that counts as math with me.

And despite the wry smile on my face and the grin I can imagine on yours, I'm still rather sombre.

I promise you I'm sunny somedays. Stick around. You never know what you may learn.

*hint may or may not be in big black font at the top of the page.