funny odd

I've been advised to punctuate.
so here goes.
punctuating away.
i am.
jahwa!
hmm
I think i flirted with someone today..."uitterly boring experience"??
anyway i was looking at him and smiling and he was smiling and played with hair a bit bounced about a bit and i got abashed hmm

I don't know why i'm making such an issue of it.
really don't know.
it really bothers me though.
quite a lot.
like i should box myself or something.
or maybe I'm just gloomy for other reasons i refuse to deal with.
or hmm
forgotten how to write
if i ever knew how
talent dances bobs about ebbing flowing
until there is none
or the illusion of it is vanquished
anyway have to do research for thus lumun thing
that i#m not too hot on
really have to do some research 'Nepal's stance on the palestinian-Israeli conflict'
can't see pictures on my facebook funwall..
and my vampire is beat
poor vampire
lyari boxing sounds incredibly interesting
I should study econometrics.
ciao


Dreaming reminds me of 'sea fever'- John Masefeild(who was never at sea), New york,New York-Sinatra and Peter Pan too, "And straight on 'til morning"

Sea fever:
I must go down to the seas again to the lonely sea and the sky,

And all I ask is a tall ship and a star to steer her by,

And the wheel's kick and the wind's song and the white sails shaking,

And a grey mist on the sea's face and a grey dawn breaking.

I must go down to the seas again, for the call of the running tide

Is a wild call and a clear call that may not be denied;

And all I ask is a windy day with the white clouds flying,

And the flung spray and the blown spume and the seagull crying.

I must go down to the sea again, to the vagrant gypsy life,

To the gull's way and the whale's way where the wind's like a whetted knife:

And all I ask is a merry yarn from a laughing fellow rover,

And a quiet sleep and a sweet dream when the long trick's over.

Frank Sinatra - New York, New York Lyrics

Start spreading the news
I'm leaving today
I want to be a part of it
New York, New York

These vagabond shoes
Are longing to stray
Right through the very heart of it
New York, New York

I wanna wake up in a city
That doesn't sleep
And find I'm king of the hill
Top of the heap

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I'll make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

If I can make it there
I'll make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

New York, New York
I want to wake up
In a city that never sleeps
And find I'm a number one, top of the list
King of the hill, a number one

These little town blues
Are melting a way
I'm gonna make a brand-new start of it
In old New York

And... if I can make it there
I'm gonna make it anywhere
It's up to you
New York, New York

It's all about the journey even if it never happens, eh?
this is 'me' signing off