不安分的黑色

Good, I can't believe I've only written one artical, well, not an artical really, throughout December.
That's like totally crazy. As crazy as what I'm doing right now.
Typing my dumb keyboard at one over midnight, shivering.
Things been doing just fine... Been dabbling in Chinese, yeah, the China Chinese, websites and enjoying their stupidity.
I don't know why I have this bias for them. Pretty serious just not as severe as that I have for Koreans. Ew.
是的，草履蟲就是長得像長毛的大便。
Man, it's been pretty cold, but never enough to have my teeth quaking like they always did in the past few years.
Days are getting longer too. I mean, really getting longer. It's not with me, it's with the nature. 冬至已經過了好一會了不是嗎。
This is the new format for my stewbid/stoobid blog, cause I've been feeling light. Well, the fact is, I have been wanting to feel light, and peaceful.
Have you ever paralyzed on your bed after a long day exhaustion and find yourself unable to feel soothed by the soft cutton blanket?
Have you ever tried to dream but all you can find in your head are screams and cries and people shouting, "Shuttup! I say SHUT UP, crap!" screaming too.
Music do good stuff, yeah, like Rent, Life for Rent. Really soothes me. Soothes the stir.
But now that it's 1:52 and my sight is getting hazy, I really need some sleep.
If you unsatisfied with my new format, leave somethin' and I'd think about improving it.
Yeah, I'll think 'bout putting more stuff.
For now, I sleep. And... If I don't get sleep, enough sleep, I'd... I don't know.
Die'r somethin'. Don't feel like speakin' any sense now...
Darn it, wish had been different. Rather idle.
Guess what? I hate Darcy, if he believes he'd be Darcy.
And I hate that whatever 人間四月天, 'cause I just hate that 徐志...
whatever, ain't the point. Know what the point is?
The point is you gotta get the point.
Yeah, got it?
The point is that, there ain't no point to get. Get that?
Well, I don't hate. Not really. I detest them, yeah.
In fact, I have not yet found the great hatred in my life.
Nor the great love though and that is sad. Loves are either those far alway or those I don't believe.
It's like I'm never gonna get no point of life. Well, I mean, so what?
Be happy. Yeah, get sleepy. Night.

2 am.