let lemons be angry

Bree: That's what good friends do, they talk about their problems.
Gabrielle: But great friends, they pretend nothing even happened.
Bree: Okay, so then, all the best with your tiling!
Gabrielle: And tell Rex I said hi.

(Desperate Housewives, last Monday)

Maybe it's only now i realise that you were trying to be a great friend. Thank you.

The laptop's sound is dying, and i can only catch strains of music through one earphone. This is surely the saddest thing that can happen to music. I can't wait for school to start. At the tea i got a taste of the kind of people i'll be surrounded with. Fascination galore. Each of us has had our own journey with art to make us sure that we want to have a career in it; we ask each other, "so what are you into?" And the answers are always absolute, full of happy certainty. The animators have their incomprehensible chatter about virtual characters that can interact, the film makers talk dreamily about their lighting and the right kind of computer (apparently macs aren't good for 3d ), and i was hyperventilating as i talked to the design lecturer about potential projects and trips to paris. That was the surest test of where my passion lies, i think. So i'm all set, except for a minor indecision over hall residence -or not- because all the "aha aha" people live there, according to that mg-rj senior. What i need most from school life is the social aspect. I can't take much more of faraway friends whose free days differ from mine. I miss them as the maiden locked up in a tower misses her ponies and sisters in the kingdom that she once belonged to. I'd quit my job but i have to make this last longer than my haagen dazs stint to prove to myself that i am no job-hopper. I want to punch something.