so where were the spiderz?

I haven't been able to sleep. It's an ongoing thing now. It sucks. Because I know what's coming.

First day of uni is...tomorrow(technically). Tomorrow. 41 days of laying awake thinking, "Man, what am I gonna do tomorrow? There's nothing to do.." and school is TOMORROW(technically). It's surreal right now. Just the phrase. I guess because I haven't used it in so long. "No, I can't drink drugs with you tonight. I have school tomorrow." What? No. Oh, yeah, that's true. Idk, don't listen to me.

Started reading The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Wilde. After the first few paragraphs, I was wondering where he'd been all my life. There's a paragraph on how real words made things. I'm going to sound extremely gay, but here:

"Music had stirred him like that. Music had troubled him many times. But music was not articulate. It was not a new world, but rather another chaos, that it created in us. Words! Mere words! How terrible they were! How clear, vivid, and cruel! One could not escape from them. And yet what a subtle magic there was in them! They seemed to be able to give a plastic form to formless things, and to have a music of their own as sweet as that of viol or of lute. Mere words! Was there anything so real as words?"

Words <3.