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10th of October, 2007 | 7:56 p.m.

The ideas are being pushed in one end, squish squish, then they come out the other end like in a plasticine machine. Which template should I stick on the end? Stars? Little worms? One big worm? I leave it up to the gnomes.

I don't know, my hair is wet and my teeth feel strange.

University is fun but it's another step up in strangeness from college. The me which walks around is not the me other people are reacting to, I'm sure. Maybe. I've changed a lot over the past year or so. Some people aren't happy with it and do that strange thing people do, which is start to act as though they don't really care about having a person around, or are suddenly too busy for them, and put down anything about them which is new. This never works in the way it is intended to. It is a tactic also commonly applied to possible romantic situations. It doesn't work then, either.

A boy at college did it when he realised I was not interested in him in the way he was interested in me. Yes. Say horrible things to me and act like everything I do is stupid. THAT will make me want your attention. I do not talk to this boy.

Another boy who liked me in a way I did not like him continued to be nice to me. We still talk. It seems rather simple. Seems.

I understand why people do it. I had more to say about that, but I forget.

The song I am listening to makes me think of water swooshing about in slow motion.