Man I'm a pathetic twat!
I want to write. Just throwing that out there. I love writing, I can't even articulate properly how much I love it. But I just can't do it. I'm trying to be patient and wait off my rut, but it's been nearly two fucking years already and it is so frustrating.
And on another note, house shopping again, a few of my roommates decided 6 people were too many to live with so we can't re-sign the lease at this pretty fricking amazing house we are at now so me and two of my roommates are looking for a 3 bedroom together, here is to hoping we find some place that doesn't completely suck.
And on another note, I completely suck at getting any school work done. It is a little ridiculous.
Lets see, also Florence and the Machine= New favourite band! It has been a while since a non-Japanese Singer/band has been my favourite.
Just read a really great story called Melancholy Laughter, made me want to cry and laugh and kill myself a little it was so good and then poof. It just sorta ended. I was/am very sad about that but it just happened to be a good enough story that I respect the authors decision to end it there. . . .I will just be moping for the rest of the night about it. Yah, I get a little bit emotionally invested in books.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing posting here, I have no LJ friends, most of my friends stopped using LJ a few years ago and well, I never told any of the ones who did use it about this account because I didn't really want them to read any of the stuff I was originally putting on here because I most definitely opened up this journal in an extremely stressful time for me. Yah, thats Teenage Angst for you.
I can no longer boast teenage angst anymore because I'm no longer a teenager. It feels strange to even think. I don't feel any older really, but at the same time I can't help but look back at some of my early posts and laugh a little at the drama.
I'm not a positive person by nature and I'm not going to try and be all happy and positive all the time on here, because, quite frankly thats not who I am. I like making people laugh, I like being happy but . . . well lets face it, I'm moodier than an PMSing badger. Only problem is, I also care a lot about what people think of me. Surprisingly, I'm not really bothered if they think me a little sick and twisted sometimes, but well, I'm a little bit neurotic and I hate people to see that, I'm angry a lot too, people frustrate me and I also try to hide that cause if I slip up in a moment of anger and call someone a stupid fucking whore who can't ever shut the fuck up, well, I know it will come back to haunt me not to mention making people think that I am an angry neurotic bitch who never shuts up.
Anyway, the point being that I am going to lock all my previous entries, start writing again and try to meet some friends.
Tomorrow.
Did I mention I procrastinate?
This is Asp signing out for now~
And on another note, house shopping again, a few of my roommates decided 6 people were too many to live with so we can't re-sign the lease at this pretty fricking amazing house we are at now so me and two of my roommates are looking for a 3 bedroom together, here is to hoping we find some place that doesn't completely suck.
And on another note, I completely suck at getting any school work done. It is a little ridiculous.
Lets see, also Florence and the Machine= New favourite band! It has been a while since a non-Japanese Singer/band has been my favourite.
Just read a really great story called Melancholy Laughter, made me want to cry and laugh and kill myself a little it was so good and then poof. It just sorta ended. I was/am very sad about that but it just happened to be a good enough story that I respect the authors decision to end it there. . . .I will just be moping for the rest of the night about it. Yah, I get a little bit emotionally invested in books.
I'm not sure exactly what I'm doing posting here, I have no LJ friends, most of my friends stopped using LJ a few years ago and well, I never told any of the ones who did use it about this account because I didn't really want them to read any of the stuff I was originally putting on here because I most definitely opened up this journal in an extremely stressful time for me. Yah, thats Teenage Angst for you.
I can no longer boast teenage angst anymore because I'm no longer a teenager. It feels strange to even think. I don't feel any older really, but at the same time I can't help but look back at some of my early posts and laugh a little at the drama.
I'm not a positive person by nature and I'm not going to try and be all happy and positive all the time on here, because, quite frankly thats not who I am. I like making people laugh, I like being happy but . . . well lets face it, I'm moodier than an PMSing badger. Only problem is, I also care a lot about what people think of me. Surprisingly, I'm not really bothered if they think me a little sick and twisted sometimes, but well, I'm a little bit neurotic and I hate people to see that, I'm angry a lot too, people frustrate me and I also try to hide that cause if I slip up in a moment of anger and call someone a stupid fucking whore who can't ever shut the fuck up, well, I know it will come back to haunt me not to mention making people think that I am an angry neurotic bitch who never shuts up.
Anyway, the point being that I am going to lock all my previous entries, start writing again and try to meet some friends.
Tomorrow.
Did I mention I procrastinate?
This is Asp signing out for now~