Being happy being sad
Day 2 of happy meme.
Which was given to me by scorphio.
1. Post about something that made you happy today.
2. Repeat for eight days.
3. Tag eight people to do the same - which I won't do. If you read this and haven't done this meme yet, you may feel tagged :)
++ I read mobile_ghetto's fic Green Eyes this morning.
Perfect Cristyne. This is the good stuff. No matter what I would ever want Cris to do in any fic that I might request, in any manip I might do, or what you have. Nothing will ever feel like this. That's like being in love with the right person, for all the right reasons. And being loved back, being seen and accepted just the way you are. With all the good about you, the silly and the straight-out bad. Cute and adorable and real. It's _home_ whereever else you may travel. The good stuff.
+ We did the read-through of our new play 'Dear Octopus' in the drama group. It was hilarious to read it together. Obviously the play isn't as boring as I first considered it to be. It's fantastic to be with all the girls and guys again. I missed it hellishly.
+ I must have looked quite good today. Even that Cristiano guy on the train stared at me. And it wasn't because there was something wrong with my face or because I had remains of food somewhere on my clothes. (Those things happen). I may be out of serious social flirting for some time, but that doesn't mean I'm blind. I usually look better when I feel anti-social. The mood that can't care less about stupidity all around gives you that certain egde, the smirk and glint of confidence, I suppose. It's nothing to be proud of, really. For a couple of hours you feel invincible, and afterwards you feel really shite.
++ I got an 'are you still alive?'-mail from C. this morning.
Quite a... coincidence. I spent the entire way home just now mulling over in my head what to reply, and how to make it sound light-hearted yet serious and avoid that terribly charming depressed and pathetic tone I have developed so nicely here... She deserves better than that. I've been the worst friend ever to avoid her. Well, not her alone obviously, but to put it bluntly, she's who matters most.
Which was given to me by scorphio.
1. Post about something that made you happy today.
2. Repeat for eight days.
3. Tag eight people to do the same - which I won't do. If you read this and haven't done this meme yet, you may feel tagged :)
++ I read mobile_ghetto's fic Green Eyes this morning.
Perfect Cristyne. This is the good stuff. No matter what I would ever want Cris to do in any fic that I might request, in any manip I might do, or what you have. Nothing will ever feel like this. That's like being in love with the right person, for all the right reasons. And being loved back, being seen and accepted just the way you are. With all the good about you, the silly and the straight-out bad. Cute and adorable and real. It's _home_ whereever else you may travel. The good stuff.
+ We did the read-through of our new play 'Dear Octopus' in the drama group. It was hilarious to read it together. Obviously the play isn't as boring as I first considered it to be. It's fantastic to be with all the girls and guys again. I missed it hellishly.
+ I must have looked quite good today. Even that Cristiano guy on the train stared at me. And it wasn't because there was something wrong with my face or because I had remains of food somewhere on my clothes. (Those things happen). I may be out of serious social flirting for some time, but that doesn't mean I'm blind. I usually look better when I feel anti-social. The mood that can't care less about stupidity all around gives you that certain egde, the smirk and glint of confidence, I suppose. It's nothing to be proud of, really. For a couple of hours you feel invincible, and afterwards you feel really shite.
++ I got an 'are you still alive?'-mail from C. this morning.
Quite a... coincidence. I spent the entire way home just now mulling over in my head what to reply, and how to make it sound light-hearted yet serious and avoid that terribly charming depressed and pathetic tone I have developed so nicely here... She deserves better than that. I've been the worst friend ever to avoid her. Well, not her alone obviously, but to put it bluntly, she's who matters most.