I am here, talking to myself, because everybody else has abandoned me, in favour of Lemonballs, barcodes and various Grotti Boys. Cow says I talk/type too incoherently, so it takes eons to decipher my words. Hello??! Lemonball is written in KOREAN. As if my English can be harder to understand than some stupid language you don't even know ( Read more... )

Today I finally managed to wake up earlier than nine. Sleeping is good, weird dreams are even better. I had this fantastic action movie in my head last night. I can't remember any of it though. I think I might have saved someone from a certain death. It might also have involved some cottages and a chainsaw, but I can't be certain ( Read more... )

The most terrible thing in the world is to get what you want. It's even worse than not getting it; because when you finally grasp that unattainable, elusive, object-of-your-desire in your disbelieving hands, the act of want is gone. You are instead, just left with the stark, edge-tattered reality of an idealised artifice.

Angst, angst, angst.

You know what feels good? Making someone smile. And having done that quite a lot recently (*smug*), it means I’m in an ultra good mood. Yes, I guess I could say I'm genuinely happy with where I’m at right now ( Read more... )

I haven't updated this journal in yonks, but I guess it doesn't really matter, as nothing spectacularly interesting has happened to me in the last month ( Read more... )

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On a heavier note, Alana's finally seen Something With Numbers live and tells me they suck horribly. Woe is life. I hate it when my emo bands turn out to be horribly horrible.

They say good things never last, and never before have I more reason to believe in the truth of that testimony. Now and then, we come across near perfect phases in our life where, if we are lucky, can last for months. These are times when friendships look bright and promising, all pursuits flourish and overall, you are just content to be living ( Read more... )

Dear Journal,

I wish my life were as interesting as yours.

I am in horrible, horrible pain. I went to the pool on Saturday, and in my rush, I slipped and landed almost right on my back, as well as on my left wrist to hold me up. My wrist hurts like hell, and I can't even explain the pain when I try to lift or do something with it ( Read more... )

I vaguely remember you all promising me that we'd go sandcastle building for my birthday. And I definitely remember that not happening.

You all owe be IOUs.


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