You know the place... that place that lived once, that you will always remember but the people around you can only dream about what it may have been like. That's me. I'm like Zanarkand. I don't even understand myself anymore. I know what i was like but i'm not that anymore.
Can those who truly know me, believe that I don't give a damn that my hair has split ends or that i don't wear lip gloss anymore? I guess I'm just the ruins now. So cynacal (I can never spell that right) that I can't believe in things, that I just sit back and watch, semi detached.
I'm on the formal committee but I don't want to go to the formal. I just don't understand it, and neither do the people around me.. (i've gotten many lectures... high doubts and I guess I can understand the logic (I AM on the formal committee) <sigh>
Things are hitting the roof where I am.... so much shit going on I can't sift through enough of it to even see what exactly is happening. Everyones got their own shit going on... i shouldn't really complain about mine....

OK. So. I'm not Zanarkand. I'm Luca, that happy facade that never actually was.

On a brighter note... Trials will be over soon... and then the HSC... and then school.... <delirious whoop (well as delirious as I can get being in school and doing this in class)>

Neway... I've babbled on enough (pfft... I'm Zanarkand and Luca... what an insane person I must be.... I imagine someone would have told me if I actually did have a ball of water over my head)

TTFN!

PS. I'm glad i'm on the committee, my montage (the only thing I'm enjoying doing at the mo) is gonna kick arse!
PPS. Never take the UMAT test - garunteed headache