Aug 11, 2004 01:25
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Hopeless Romantic In Me
A: "My friend thinks you're cute, you should ask her out!"
I: "Sorry... She's not my type."
A: "What is your type then?"
I: "I'll know when I meet her."
I'm a hopeless romantic. Living my life thinking that every morning, this may be the day I find my soulmate. It could be at work, maybe in class, heck maybe she's right in front of me. Nonetheless, everyday's a potential day for me, a day where I march among the norm thinking that somehow, someway, fate will bring "us" together.
Yet, everyday I've returned back home, alone, and wondered if the next day will be that day.
(Maybe I should just quit)
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KILL BILL
Picked up Kill Bill Vol:2 this morning. I love Quentin's work, I just wish his DVDs were better. His bonus features are not worthy at all, he could've atleast added a director's commentary. Come on! Be "gargantuan!" Bleh!
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Vainity in irony
"All she does is talk about herself. She's so self-centered!"
This coming from the person whom I've known for a year, and 94% of our conversations have been entirely about her. Oh, how much I laugh. Poetic tragedy indeed.
I must have "BLOG" written on my forehead, 'cause she sure loves sharin' her stories to me.
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