Things have been happening in spite of my lack of posts in the past two weeks or so... got my first teacher's day cards for example... met wen cos she bought me some shirts and wanted to give them to me before she jetted off to Sydney... my parents attempting to embarass me in a restaurant... started up a yahoo group for the psych people in my batch... getting involved in good friends' attempts' to chase weird people... playing neopets all day long... sleeping in till the sun hangs halfway up in the heavens.. poking wars with yet more friends... mad photostating of notes in the school library in an attempt to alleviate my guilt stemming from my lack of progress... thrasing people at literati and losing horribly at graffitti... furniture shopping at Ikea... meeting up with primary school friends... spending time at friends' places bumming... planning term break gatherings... preparing to take lots of photos for the upcoming convo...

But everything pales in comparison with The Project. I can't bring myself to do much more about it then I already am, but at the same time, by leaving it hanging, it's leeching my life away... I can't seem to care as much now then I ever did at any other point in my life... sometimes I feel it's all so fake these days, just being nice for the sake of being nice, when it's taking so much emotional effort on my part. And it seems so worthless nowadays anyway, ever since I attended a wake for my friend's father... what's the meaning of it all?