Rachel is currently reproaching me for my verbose blog.

So here's a piece of my stupidity.

My hair is wet. And I sit at the front of the library. Like a sad wet dog. Waiting in the rain... I see people in front of me, speaking french so very delightfully. They're having a tour in the library... Who would want to go? I'm really sleepy. But I have no umbrella, so I can't go home and I do not want to be a wet dog in the rain. I'm so sleepy. I need sleep. Warmth. Food. Dryness. Being wet is no fun at all. Such is what life is. Now I speak nonsense. It cannot be done. So now i will simply sit here and perhaps weep. I forgot that I lied. Yes, I lied. Oh the shock horror. However i lied, it should probably be told. I lied about having no umbrella. It's in my bag. See now I don't even write properly. Look at this writing. This is riduculous. I spelt that wrong. So I shall write it again. ridiculous.

And then I wrote chem notes.

And then I wrote: How about looooove
                            measure in loooove
                            seasons of looooove

It's from Rent. Good musical.

And then I wrote: Es ist keine Zeit in der Welt.
Oh noh. I'm trying to work but my mind is elsewhere.