Greetings one and all, my 2am face greets you with much delight.

5 minutes ago, I left my room to go to the toilet and realised I wasn't the only one in the house still awake. My uncle was sitting in the living room with his Macbook and the television watching him. My brother emerged from his room asking me how to use Adobe Illustrator. Let's just say his knowledge of AI is comparable to my extensive knowledge of the differences between pasture-fed cows and grain-fed cows. I only know that either of them produces a beefier taste, but then again, what do I know? I love beef.

I intended to turn in early knowing I've yet another long day to conquer ahead of me but I'm being stubborn and "busying" myself with YouTube videos. What! Some angel uploaded full shows from Rock In Rio 2011 and I'm almost done with Metallica's 2 hour set. Watched Red Hot Chili Peppers earlier and was really hoping they'd play Scar Tissue.

Nah-uh.

Just an update on my life. I'll be travelling to Melbourne on the 3rd of October for a study trip with the school, if anyone cares. I can't wait to just hop onto the plane and then beg my mind to stop playing scenes from Final Destination in my head repeatedly. I can't wait for the cool weather, a hot beverage in my hand (contemplating drinking coffee again, I've been off it for months now, for now it's just tea), wind blowing in my hair.. Oh my, I'm really very excited for this trip. Very eager to be away from everything right now.

And with that, my unethusiatic face wishes all insomniacs a good night.


Chao.

I've done it. Once again, I've proven to myself and the whole world how much of a fucked up loser I can be. It's a horrible feeling but you know what? I'll be fine.