It goes something like this. SCTP.

Have now at around, don't even want to check it out, cos of the multitude of time, anyway, have got, 3 n a half of an hour left to waist. Waist, cos dunno what to do, it's to cold to go outside n rummage in shops, additionally, have no will to knock about in stinky buses, back n forth. Because if I go back in the direction of the trainstation, then it's obvious and clear that I AM going home, hate the feeling of comming back there/here again, only to watse some more time. By the way, like another keyboard. I shall become a wisewoman in the field of cinematic events n any other, even more suprissng phenomena. Lucky me. Pity, that it's unlikely I go with a double decker train. FAncy it so much. Lika Carnivale sort of way. Aaa..I was just about to forget, but not. My so called, till that time "lovely, charming n so on" boy literally pissed me off. Just like that. Don't want to prolongate any disscussion. So, I'm left alone doin nuttin, as a supposed resul of either a mistake, or faked excuse, or a ruse. How a great singer of his times sang "ow, I think I smell a rat" n so on, a double of times. If he searched of any indication of my offence, in the intranet, descriptions or others, I'd permit myself to execute him.

Tell your little stories and I'll never hope that I'll end up right beside you when it comesI'm gonna make it good this hour make it true dancing on the stairs I'll never get back homegonna laugh and smile. Do your little thing and then remember why you chose me instead of someone else. Why don't you start right now? I know youwon't regret.

Well, at least some gorgeous students, don't know the year, will provide some entertainment to me. No one's here with me in this huge room full of one eyed rhinos, am bored n long to go home.