.love actually.
I have been spending a disgusting amount of time on my computer recently (not that this is surprising), watching the most meaningless and nugatory shows ever. While I could have been working on trying to tick off some of the things that I have got written down on this "to-do list" of mine that I proudly stick on my bedroom door (mainly so my mum will stop bugging me to go and find a proper job), I have chosen to spend my time languishing in front of my small 15 inch computer screen watching shows like "Gossip Girls" (which I am ashamed to say am a big fan of) and "Veronica Mars".
Maybe because I have been spending quite an insane amount of time staying up alone at night till the wee hours in the morning, and I know that this might sound a little odd, but recently, I have been having quite a few mind conversations with my body. I will be repeating commands in my head, desperately trying to use my mental willpower to coerce the hair on my fingers to drop off or even trying foolishly to perform a vanishing act on the ugly scar that I got from burning myself with a stupid iron.
Demented I know. Cause they never do work.
So much for it being ALL IN THE FREAKING MIND.
Anyways, I am thinking of changing my blog url soon. I cringe everytime I am reminded of the link to my blog. "www.imtryingtolive.blogspot.com". God knows I was a girl filled with teenage angst and insipid and foolish ideas about the world then.
I feel it in my fingers,
I feel it in my toes.
Love is all around me,
Come on and let it show!
:S
.Oh it's Christmas.
. So it's Christmas tonight. And it's me, my computer, and Gossip Girl. Oh not to mention, I'm sipping a can of diet coke as well. And it's quite fun really. It really is. . . . Merry Christmas everyone! Cheers to all. :D
.I've been a good girl.
Dear Santa,
I've been quite a good girl this year I think.
I did not make any teachers cry for 2 consecutive years (Those who know me knew I was quite a monster back in pri and sec school- did lots of mean things to piss my teachers off and make them cry).
I did most of my hw on time this year. Well at least I try to!
I was extra nice to my brother the previous week- gave him half of my double choc subway cookie.
I did lots and lots of CIP. Not really because of the hours mind you. :)
Oh and I waved and smiled at this little girl (I hate small kids- they remind me of the disgusting and smelly cockroaches that scurry around the void deck) I saw at Paragon today.
I've been quite good I must say!
So Santa, if possible, I would like to make a Christmas wish this year. It's not much really. I just want a few scoops of good NON-FAT strawberry ice cream with real frozen strawberries mixed within. Plus an extremely rich LOW CALERIE chocolate cake and some good burning vodka to complete it.
Ah. Yes.
I want it NOW.
And so we sing again.
Anyways, I had dinner with lidur at soup spoon today. We haven't met up for at least twenty years and I was a little afraid that there would be nothing to talk about. I was just joking with Rosie Flower ealier in the day that we would have to resort to talking about university shit if all conversation topics fail.
And as expected, we talked about the university in the end. Ah.
.let me be.
I am officially the most useless person on earth.
On a normal day, I would wake up at 730 before lasping into this routine dream about how I'm going to strike it rich soon (possibly make a million by the time I hit 30, 2 million when I'm 40, And by 45, I would be ready to retire) I know i know, a girl cannot help but dream. $$$$! :)
At 830, my mum would come stomping into my room promptly, slamming open my bedroom door with a resounding bang and start screaming for me to hang the clothes and prepare breakfast for my useless brother. All to which, I would reply with a reluctant grunt before going back into my fantasy world, giggling deliriously and hysterically to myself.
At about 915, when my subconscious mind finally reaches my conscious mind, I would unwillingly drag myself out of bed, feeling all grumpy and moody (Not to mention remembering how my wallet only has a crumpled 2 dollar note and a few coins that make a pathetic jingle when you shake them).
And that's how I start my day every single day for the past week.
Ah. Teenage angst. Reality hurts shit.
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