A staulker is worth a thousand words :)
I wake up groggy, first one foot off the bed, than finally the other till I'm shuffling towards the bathroom for the morning ritual. I splash my face with a bit of water and begin to awaken more and more. I squeeze of a bit of this cleanser stuff in my palm and start to lather up my face. Than, by some divine will of god it seeps into my left eye. Now, I'm really awake. Finally, after alot of fun burning pain I wash out my left eye. I'm thinking, what a way to wake up. Stupid God. Then I go to brush my teeth, again my some divine will of God, some of it shoots into my RIGHT eye. Oh, btw tooth paste hurts alot more than cleanser, in case anyone wanted to know. Finally, I get out of the death trapped called a bathroom and I got to the kitchen where I bang my hipbone into the dinner table. :) Good Fucking Morning to EvERyOnE! Honestly, those physical comedies where some doofus get's hit by everything imaginable..well suddenly..that's not so funny to me.
Aaaaanyway, I have some good news. After alot of searching and phone calls I did find a studio and it's been rented for August. When I get back from Romania I'll be moving in to my own place. I don't feel the excitmenet yet cause two months seems like forever now but I know before I know it I'll be in own place. I need this. I need my own space. I need the tranquility of not having to deal with anyone else unless I choose to. I think it will be good for me, for my art, for my writing and mostly just for ME. Till last year I didn't even have my own fucking room, I slept in the living room, and now I have my own place. I'm preety responsible and anally stuborn so I doubt I'll do anything stupid with my new found freedom. I don't like idiots and I don't like big parties. I don't like drinking till I vomit, thought drinking till I'm tipsy is kinda niiice, I don't do drugs, never have and the only thing I'd try is weed, and I hate the smell of smoke so I don't smoke. I love my sleep so I wouldn't stay up till 4 in the morning if I needed to be up at 8 the next day. So this isn't about getting rid of my parents for me to go wild, it's just about me getting some space and being able to clear my mind and sort of having that space revolve around me. It feels like I've been a secondary character in my own book, I'd like to be the main one for a change.
Oh and on a brighter note I got rid of my staulker! Megan knows what I'm talking about. Haha. That's fucking right. Everyone was like oh Maria break out of your fucking shell and meet new people. Well this is what I fucking get. Freaks. Psychos (and not the fun kind). And the dullest human beings I have ever imagined meeting. My grandmother is more fun. Hell my rice pudding is more interesting. So to all of you I say goodday. I'm gonna meet people like I always have. By sitting in my little corner, gazing out and thinking how much of a fucktard is that dude? Well he doesn't look like a complete waste of skin, I guess I'll talk to him. See. With this patent approach I weed out all the geeks, the freaks and the looosers. What's left is a minority but a good minority. This whole being nice and trying to talk to new people..not working for me...so I'm going back to the winning personality you all knew me as :)
Anything else? I don't think so. Btw, if you all don't hear from in August it means I've decided to run away to New York and ditch all of you squuuuaaarreeess. Because, sometimes I just feel like I'm going crazy in this little space, sometimes I feel like I'm the rat in some horrid lab experiment and I don't want to end up with a normal life, I don't want to take up one morning, know I'm 30 and I haven't done a thing with my life and with the kind encouraging words of mister boooze I just might do it. Tooddles. Cheerior. Fuck off.
- The ever cheerful, ME
Aaaaanyway, I have some good news. After alot of searching and phone calls I did find a studio and it's been rented for August. When I get back from Romania I'll be moving in to my own place. I don't feel the excitmenet yet cause two months seems like forever now but I know before I know it I'll be in own place. I need this. I need my own space. I need the tranquility of not having to deal with anyone else unless I choose to. I think it will be good for me, for my art, for my writing and mostly just for ME. Till last year I didn't even have my own fucking room, I slept in the living room, and now I have my own place. I'm preety responsible and anally stuborn so I doubt I'll do anything stupid with my new found freedom. I don't like idiots and I don't like big parties. I don't like drinking till I vomit, thought drinking till I'm tipsy is kinda niiice, I don't do drugs, never have and the only thing I'd try is weed, and I hate the smell of smoke so I don't smoke. I love my sleep so I wouldn't stay up till 4 in the morning if I needed to be up at 8 the next day. So this isn't about getting rid of my parents for me to go wild, it's just about me getting some space and being able to clear my mind and sort of having that space revolve around me. It feels like I've been a secondary character in my own book, I'd like to be the main one for a change.
Oh and on a brighter note I got rid of my staulker! Megan knows what I'm talking about. Haha. That's fucking right. Everyone was like oh Maria break out of your fucking shell and meet new people. Well this is what I fucking get. Freaks. Psychos (and not the fun kind). And the dullest human beings I have ever imagined meeting. My grandmother is more fun. Hell my rice pudding is more interesting. So to all of you I say goodday. I'm gonna meet people like I always have. By sitting in my little corner, gazing out and thinking how much of a fucktard is that dude? Well he doesn't look like a complete waste of skin, I guess I'll talk to him. See. With this patent approach I weed out all the geeks, the freaks and the looosers. What's left is a minority but a good minority. This whole being nice and trying to talk to new people..not working for me...so I'm going back to the winning personality you all knew me as :)
Anything else? I don't think so. Btw, if you all don't hear from in August it means I've decided to run away to New York and ditch all of you squuuuaaarreeess. Because, sometimes I just feel like I'm going crazy in this little space, sometimes I feel like I'm the rat in some horrid lab experiment and I don't want to end up with a normal life, I don't want to take up one morning, know I'm 30 and I haven't done a thing with my life and with the kind encouraging words of mister boooze I just might do it. Tooddles. Cheerior. Fuck off.
- The ever cheerful, ME