My Life in a Richter scale!
Okay, that's hyperbole to the highest degree.
My life is decidedly ordinary, albeit boring. But I like it that way; It gives me some piece of mind.
However, some things have been gnawing away at my insides lately, and I'm sure a blog is just the right place to vent without getting too personal.
1) My friends.
Okay, First Off, I love them with my life's breath, but I feel like They never let me in. Or they think They can't. I;m sure they think I'm hiding something, but that's not at all true.
Things can get a little strained, especially when we each go our seperate ways, only to meet up and pretend nothing has happened and that it's all hunky-fecking-dory. Oh well, C'est la vie!
2) Typing.
THis is truely ticking me off like a broken clock!
I Can't type. which will only hinder me once the lecturers come a calling.
3) My books.
Reading = Great.
Writing? Not so much.
I had about 150 pages written about Draya, Only to gve up without a seconds warning. I loved Abby, and Ty and Junk was cool, Gwen was great, and I could have fixed Draya. But I actually convulsed in fits of dry-heaving at my own lack of talent. It was kind of original, but thoroughly useless. I may get back to her, but I need to pass exams first.
NME rocks!
They have helped me to discover the wonders of The Dead Weather, Metric, and so on. But they never play Meese.
Meese are awesome! They need more publicity.
And I leave you with a:
"I look like a woman, but I cut like a Buffalo!"
Also that I discovered that Lady Gaga looks like Tori Spelling, and Jennifer's body is a metaphor for menstration!
Thank you, and goodnight!
My life is decidedly ordinary, albeit boring. But I like it that way; It gives me some piece of mind.
However, some things have been gnawing away at my insides lately, and I'm sure a blog is just the right place to vent without getting too personal.
1) My friends.
Okay, First Off, I love them with my life's breath, but I feel like They never let me in. Or they think They can't. I;m sure they think I'm hiding something, but that's not at all true.
Things can get a little strained, especially when we each go our seperate ways, only to meet up and pretend nothing has happened and that it's all hunky-fecking-dory. Oh well, C'est la vie!
2) Typing.
THis is truely ticking me off like a broken clock!
I Can't type. which will only hinder me once the lecturers come a calling.
3) My books.
Reading = Great.
Writing? Not so much.
I had about 150 pages written about Draya, Only to gve up without a seconds warning. I loved Abby, and Ty and Junk was cool, Gwen was great, and I could have fixed Draya. But I actually convulsed in fits of dry-heaving at my own lack of talent. It was kind of original, but thoroughly useless. I may get back to her, but I need to pass exams first.
NME rocks!
They have helped me to discover the wonders of The Dead Weather, Metric, and so on. But they never play Meese.
Meese are awesome! They need more publicity.
And I leave you with a:
"I look like a woman, but I cut like a Buffalo!"
Also that I discovered that Lady Gaga looks like Tori Spelling, and Jennifer's body is a metaphor for menstration!
Thank you, and goodnight!