Did you forget

This time I can't wait. Since living here, in Riga I seem to be exclusive and rare, and people tend to try and meet me, and it's not that weird, since what else I would do in Riga if not meet people - unlike Tallinn.
"Hey, did you do the assignment? You know, the one where you had to work, not invite me to get shitfaced?"
But, yes, with school sort of finished with a passing grade, tomorrow I get back to hometown with a couple of bags and go straight to a concert. On Saturday, I accidentally just booked the whole night for drinking. Another date is waiting to be set, lovely people are waiting to be met, and now I'm doing accidental rhymes, which I couldn't do three hours ago when trying to write a song.

Seriously though, this place starts to bring me down and my plans for January better work the fuck out. Why would I ever assume that friends come easily and automatically to me.

Another worrisome thing would be my DIY solution to the fuse overload problem that might burn the house down.

Let's get personal. In July or August, I had a fantasy of me dancing with a specific girl to a specific song, right before engaging physically. This would have stayed as just another fantasy, just like the ones where I play on stage with The Kissaway Trail, if not for that time a few weeks back, when it happened. Same girl, almost the same setup, and the remix of the fucking song I imagined, purely incidentally. However, the priorities had changed and nothing happened. Fuck you, destiny, fuck you, dreams, I chose what to do and it worked.

Also, fuck everyone who ever mentioned the end of the world, this one is so hyped up, that some people are probably going to hurt others because everyone is batshit crazy.

I wish I could just choose one genre over others and like everything from it.

These are my legs. I'm on a stage.