Nazafar

...more alive than ever.



So, Deviants! Did you miss me? No?
I thought as much. After all, two years is a long time to miss someone whom you most likely haven't met before in the flesh. But I digress.


Who knows what this new resurrection will lead to? I certainly don't. If you happen to know, you deserve to be hailed as a living miracle.

Hold on to your seat belts, my friends...

For Naz is back.

For three different subjects.

...wish me luck!

Is to curl up in my sleeping bag - with my Indian spiced tea in one hand, the Claudius Novels in the other - and be left in complete solitude for a very long time.
I'm sick of my school and everyone in it. I'm sick of my parents. Most of all I'm sick of myself. If only I could step out of myself for a while and be rid of all the tension and negative material I'm carrying around...
The closest thing to doing that is losing myself in a book - but then I can't even do that, because I don't have enough time. I never have enough time for anything nowadays...

Expressive Arts performance tomorrow!

In three simple words...

I

am

SCREWED

Damn it. I'm currently writing an essay on Journey's End. Unfortunately, my mind keeps getting distracted by the way in which I imagine all the protagonists to be replaced by characters from Blackadder Goes Forth, which subsequently means I end up laughing. Which really isn't very helpful when you're trying to write about the emotional strain of trench-warfare, and describe the tragic futility of the First World War, et cetera, et cetera.

My hyperactive imagination is starting to get on my nerves.