Talked to the moon for a long long long time today. Kinda bored lately, 'cause I don't get on the PC much, lately. I went to the studio yesterday. did the shoot, I think I did well- they told me they'll call me in three days or so- they haven't yet. Jenny has her nose pierced! Great news, eh? I knoww. Man, Jenny has two piercings, and Elaine has THREE GODDAMN PIERCINGS. Why am I the only one with "one"?
Pooh called. The damn cousins are home, and we'll have to not-communicate for a while. Gahhhh. I hate cousins ruining romance, at my side, the cousins usually support the thing. Damn. I started on March today. I kinda like the way its going. Good? I don't know. But I like it anyway.
Star is totally being ignored by me, yes. Haven't talked to her in two whole days. Am talking to her now, so that's a whew-whew. Oh, and talking about the calling parts, E called me day before yesterday. I don't know what she's upto, and I'm not liking imagining anything. SHE IS EVIL! E for Elaine! E for Evil! God, save me from the evil cluches of her evilness!
(Random Confession 4 ~
The Angel Guy has a girlfriend. Fucking flirt who has no other job whatsoever other than flirting with young women who have no sense at all on how to understand whether the guy has a GF, in the first place.)
10.30 now. Pooh watching movie with cousins. Bro watching TV. Star talking to me. Me, now going to bed.
Monday, May 19, 2008
Saturday, May 10, 2008
times when I love life more than I love Pooh
Today was fun. Not the poetry-reading-hangingoutwithfriends-chatting-makinglove type of fun. It's the fun you get when you get your damn ass out of the house and go "social". Yeyeye. It's OhMyGosh material, but I went to this amazing function tonight. 'Twas kinda good- gossiping with Jaya, about the good old times when I really did have a crush on Matthew. :D Well, she tells me he isn't such a good guy at all- and that he sucks, oh well, who cares anyway? And then I talked to Anu- she's back after a looong looong time of staying in some hostel, and katthifying her friends. Indeed.
We were gossiping like hell, man, if anyone was (were?) there, they'd have kicked us out of the house. She told me all about the stuff she did in the hospitals, y'know- all the cutting and taking out human parts and sewing the brain of a dead guy into his stomach. Man. That was so damned scary. Btw, I'm not just Æ and Dia now- I have a new personality. Awesome! Mariza. Fun, isn't it, being thousands of people and being only one person? I knowwwwwwwww.
I seriously loved life today. I got to katthify like hell, and got to talk about old old amazing times, got to get scared the shit out of myself (sorry if that sentence was "dramatically" wrong. Lol, I love Matt), even got to drool over Pooh for a while with Jaya. Anu told me I looked gorgeous, and I was happy. These are times when I love life even more than I love myself, or Pooh. It's so much fun. I have to go to this marriage function tomorrow, whose prelude today's function just was.
It's 12.23 now, and maybe I have to go sleep. I am feeling a little sleepy, and I have to wake up early. And mom won't let me stay up till 2.00 anyway. So, good night. I gotta go get my damn ass in the bed.
Fuck you.
(Gahhh. Don't you get this real tingly-weird feeling when I italicize the "fuck"s. I knowwww. Meh.)
We were gossiping like hell, man, if anyone was (were?) there, they'd have kicked us out of the house. She told me all about the stuff she did in the hospitals, y'know- all the cutting and taking out human parts and sewing the brain of a dead guy into his stomach. Man. That was so damned scary. Btw, I'm not just Æ and Dia now- I have a new personality. Awesome! Mariza. Fun, isn't it, being thousands of people and being only one person? I knowwwwwwwww.
I seriously loved life today. I got to katthify like hell, and got to talk about old old amazing times, got to get scared the shit out of myself (sorry if that sentence was "dramatically" wrong. Lol, I love Matt), even got to drool over Pooh for a while with Jaya. Anu told me I looked gorgeous, and I was happy. These are times when I love life even more than I love myself, or Pooh. It's so much fun. I have to go to this marriage function tomorrow, whose prelude today's function just was.
It's 12.23 now, and maybe I have to go sleep. I am feeling a little sleepy, and I have to wake up early. And mom won't let me stay up till 2.00 anyway. So, good night. I gotta go get my damn ass in the bed.
Fuck you.
(Gahhh. Don't you get this real tingly-weird feeling when I italicize the "fuck"s. I knowwww. Meh.)
Thursday, May 8, 2008
25 reasons why I like being girl
25 reasons why I like being girl -
- We talk a lot. But that's because women are expressive and poetic and creative.
- We don't worry about our 'bling-bling' sizes.
- We actually get to birth children out of our 'bling-bling's. What do you people do, even when you have such ginourmous stuff?
- We do not have to wear the special-amazing top that matches our eye colour to impress all y'all.
- Nor do we have to strut like a peacock.
- We do not have to beat up other girls, just to look good in front of you.
- We wear perfume. We don't. Either way, we smell good.
- We can miraculously make glasses look less dorkier.
- Uhm. We can fake orgasm without letting you all know. Sorry, but its true. Go watch "When Harry Met Sally" again.
- Boys like tomboys. Boys like girlie-girls. But girls don't like girlie-boys. No.
- We can be shy, and still be incredibly sexy.
- Hallo! We know what a "basket" is. But you don't know what "liquid foundation" is.
- Girls can engage in boyish activities and be cool. But spot a boy smear his lips with gloss- nightmare.
- We have boobs. Ohh yea.
- We look tons better. Admit it!
- We have longer nails, longer hair and longer eyelashes. Yaay!
- We don't hide porn magazines in the laundry basket.
- Girls can show off as much flesh as they want.
- All the awesome people are of the female genesis.
- We can make you get anything, for us! But you can't.
- We don't worry about the World Cup.
- In the toilet, you people have a bleh-thingey. We get all the exclusive flip-opens.
- We talk about sex to other girls. You don't. Jerks.
- Girls get the red roses first on V-day. And if you're late- we get to shout at you.
- Last but not the least- we don't have to hide a damn snake in our pants.
12.30 now. Good night.
Monday, May 5, 2008
a nameless nostory
Today was the most boring day of my entire life! Nothing to do. Just sit. Chat. Write. That was the only thing I did today. Errrrrr. Boredom is invading my life!! Fuck you, boredom! Even AV ran off in the middle of our conversation today. Drats! I talked to Pooh today, but just a little. I dunno- I'm growing away and away from him. Strangely. But I think its all going to go back to "square one" once I have a good conversation with him. Of course.
(Random Confession 2 -
I really like that guy who keeps calling me angel. And all sortsa words that make a girl go "woo"! He is too charming anyway. Oooh. Angel. I likey! And the other guy who's flirting with me. And the other. Man, I am hawt! Or cute. Or sweet. Or charming or whatever.)
Today was one of the boring-est days ever. So I'm writing this early- at 9.45. And going to bed soon, today. I dunno why. Darn! I'm so IDK- pissed. ES is damn annoying. Idiot. Someday, I will certainly drown this guy. Shit. Now I'm obsessed with death. Oh yeah. And oh yeah! Something imp. Well, not at all imp, but still, yhat's all I've got. I finished Guy's b'day poem. Yea! He hasn't read it yet- hope he likes it. Of course. AND PRABHJOT IS OUT OF ROADIES! NO WAY! I wanna cry out loud now. Errrrr. Fuck you, Raghu. (Uhm- I am random.)
(Random Confession 3 -
Okay. Maybe I have a teeny-weeny crush on that "angel" guy. Maybe. After all, he does think I'm awesome. And I think he's charming! Maybe I like A. He's totally my-type! Maybe should I go for him?)
Pooh's in Calicut now, yea. Got there y'day afternoon. He said he'll get back by Sunday. Yaay! Oh, and btw, Elaine didn't invite me for her b'day party. Bitch. Well, I'm certainly not going, uninvited. Let's see whether she invites me or not. Bitch. One day I'm going to drown this girl with ES.
Shit. Now I'm definitely obsessed with death.
(Random Confession 2 -
I really like that guy who keeps calling me angel. And all sortsa words that make a girl go "woo"! He is too charming anyway. Oooh. Angel. I likey! And the other guy who's flirting with me. And the other. Man, I am hawt! Or cute. Or sweet. Or charming or whatever.)
Today was one of the boring-est days ever. So I'm writing this early- at 9.45. And going to bed soon, today. I dunno why. Darn! I'm so IDK- pissed. ES is damn annoying. Idiot. Someday, I will certainly drown this guy. Shit. Now I'm obsessed with death. Oh yeah. And oh yeah! Something imp. Well, not at all imp, but still, yhat's all I've got. I finished Guy's b'day poem. Yea! He hasn't read it yet- hope he likes it. Of course. AND PRABHJOT IS OUT OF ROADIES! NO WAY! I wanna cry out loud now. Errrrr. Fuck you, Raghu. (Uhm- I am random.)
(Random Confession 3 -
Okay. Maybe I have a teeny-weeny crush on that "angel" guy. Maybe. After all, he does think I'm awesome. And I think he's charming! Maybe I like A. He's totally my-type! Maybe should I go for him?)
Pooh's in Calicut now, yea. Got there y'day afternoon. He said he'll get back by Sunday. Yaay! Oh, and btw, Elaine didn't invite me for her b'day party. Bitch. Well, I'm certainly not going, uninvited. Let's see whether she invites me or not. Bitch. One day I'm going to drown this girl with ES.
Shit. Now I'm definitely obsessed with death.
Sunday, May 4, 2008
a day of confusion
Well. Today was so damn confusing. Seriously! Me talking to AV, his sis, his cous, his bleh. Total blehness in the chat room. But yeah it was kinda fun. I like that guy- he makes me smile. He's certainly going on my good friend's list. Yeah so. Pooh didn't come online today. Guess he's in Calicut now. Snoring. Mr. Bling Bling lol.
*throws imaginary water at imaginary Bling Bling*
Now. Half of my day was spent on talking to AV. And he's a fun guy. And guess what?! I danced in the rain (drizzle) for a little while today! 'Twas totally awesome! I know! And then I talked to AV... bleh. And oh yeah- I did wake up early today, as planned. I had this really weird dream of Manu Sir and Pooh sitting next to me and asking me questions on why I was feeling sad. I mean. WTF?! They even dragged Prabhchith into the conversation. A life of stupid dreams, eh? Totally.
And I woke up, went to the neighbour's place, but they didn't have the pen drive, so I went to the VasAkk's house. Neither did they. So I decided to just put the photos in a CD and transfer them. Yeah. And then I came back, watched our school day again. (All moms are like this.) And then ummm went online. Nothing interesting today. Oh yeah. The annoying neighbour-kid is back to his place. Yaay! This is so totally awesome. Except for the part that I miss Pooh already. Damn.
Good night for now. I'm all drunk, perplexed, stupid and sleepy. It's just 11.00- but I'm gonna go sleep now. I woke up early today. Good night bloggie. Don't let the bedbugs bite and all such sortsa junk.
Go get lost now.
*throws imaginary water at imaginary Bling Bling*
Now. Half of my day was spent on talking to AV. And he's a fun guy. And guess what?! I danced in the rain (drizzle) for a little while today! 'Twas totally awesome! I know! And then I talked to AV... bleh. And oh yeah- I did wake up early today, as planned. I had this really weird dream of Manu Sir and Pooh sitting next to me and asking me questions on why I was feeling sad. I mean. WTF?! They even dragged Prabhchith into the conversation. A life of stupid dreams, eh? Totally.
And I woke up, went to the neighbour's place, but they didn't have the pen drive, so I went to the VasAkk's house. Neither did they. So I decided to just put the photos in a CD and transfer them. Yeah. And then I came back, watched our school day again. (All moms are like this.) And then ummm went online. Nothing interesting today. Oh yeah. The annoying neighbour-kid is back to his place. Yaay! This is so totally awesome. Except for the part that I miss Pooh already. Damn.
Good night for now. I'm all drunk, perplexed, stupid and sleepy. It's just 11.00- but I'm gonna go sleep now. I woke up early today. Good night bloggie. Don't let the bedbugs bite and all such sortsa junk.
Go get lost now.
Saturday, May 3, 2008
when the river flows
It's so true, m'friend. The river has started to flow through this burning house. Well, not really a river- a few waves of water? I dunno- but it sure does feel a lot better. There were a lot of happenings today. I'm going to tell you each one of them in vignettes! Ok? Awesome. Today morning I woke up at the usual lateness. And started watching the totally beautiful "The Namesake" movie and the fucking channel goes mad. Errrr- fuck their stupid cables. Ok. Now you should listen to my awesomelicious stories! Yer all gonna go"WOOT!" people. Indeed.
The Returning Of The Annoying Neighbour-Kid
Guess what? The damn kid is back to his house! He did not come today and I am so very glad that I could lead my life without that kid nagging around! Well, he did come today morning. But I shooed him off and told him that I've got some important work to do on the piano. He told me he'd come later this evening, but didn't- thanks to Almighty! (Yaay, I'm god-believing again. Or at least, I think so.) And this, is the first incident. This amazing happening is what is called "The Return Of The Annoying Neighbour-Kid". Groovy? Totally.
Confessions To The AV Mastermind
Man, I love my titles. They're absolutely awesome and are so catchy! Ye, ye. So, today- I confessed to the great mastermind and a very gorgeous guy, (Gorgeous? I dunno- but he is gorgeous, for me, atleast. OKAY FINE! Oh well. Gorgeous. Ye. Gorgeous) and a great friend, the AV mastermind. (Okay. He messaged me first. So, my egoism theory didn't get spoiled.) And guess what, sweeties? He is the guy who Pooh's been talking about! He has a crush on this girl! Oh well- E's hope's all going down. Buh-bye, Elaine. Say buh-bye to the mastermind. Good. Now, today, I confessed to him. I told him a lot about this Pooh guy and he totally listened! And he totally helped me out. Now, this is what we call groovy. Ohhh yea!
Shrinking Red-Coloured List
And lasht, but naat the leasht. One helluva happening. Mr. Bling Bling aka Mr. Pooh comes and tells Mrs. Bling Bling (WTF? *whines* "I don't wanna get married to a Bling Bling!") that he's going on a damn tour to Calicut! Oh- WOW! What does that mean? Cut 12 whole days from that 30 day list I have with him. Now. This isn't groovy at all. Hey, that reminds me of that livejournal Dumbledore grooviness. Oh well. Fuck Dumbledore. Let's talk blingness! And I get totally pissed. And I write this rant which kicks your rant's ass! Now. Listen up, bitches.
A Stupid, Bitchy, Whining Rant That Loves Pooh!
Shit.
I'm so stupid. Yes, I am! I wanna go to some place, meet new cute boys and live my life good. Errr- I'm so fucked up, again. Oh, oh, oh, how many times will I be so? FOREVER. Btw, I started blogging on blogger 'cause I don' like 360. It isn't awesome enough. Okie, now, all y'people who know to count. COUNT NOW. It's May 3rd. AND WHAT?! And nothing. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT WHATSOEVER TO ASK ME THAT. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE. NOW. NOW MEANING NOW, IDIOTS.
And to all those idiots who're still there, hey, I like you people. That means my rant is actually interesting. I like ranting. It makes me feel good. So- guess what? I get to cut off another 12 days from my ever shrinking 30 days list. Yeah? Yeah. Isn't it so awesome? I know. And I'm back to acting weird. WOW. WOW. WOW. Now, again, I repeat, I wanna go to Paris. I wanna buy perfume. I wanna find cute amazing boys and kiss them till I feel like stopping. I wanna meet some new people who'll actually care. I WANNA FIND "THE ONE" NOW! NOW! NOW!
Man, I talk a lot. But that's 'cause I'm female.
Shit.
A Fight With Poohness
Today; yet another fight with Pooh. Suh-weet. He told me that he causes me pain. (Sings with the song I'm listening to- "Cause I know you by HEART!!" Yeah. I love that son- WHAT?! Pain? Pooh-cause -pain-to-mushiness? Shit. Man, he's so blehed. I'm not hurt or anything- it's just that I don't want to lose him that's all. Yeah. And he thought he was hurting me. Well he is a little, but he's not. I love you, Pooh. Now shut. Yeah, and he went invisible. It's like WOW- I actually knew whether he was there or not. Now, isn't this back to groovy, folks? I agree. Awesomelicious. Yeah, and then I kept messaging him and he doesn't come out of his cute shell. And then he comes out at 11.30. No wonder I call him jerk. What? What'd you just say? Yeah. Indeed.
The Mushiest/Sweetest/Cutest Letter Ever Written In The History Of Mushiest/Sweetest/Cutest Letters
Yup! I wrote another cute, mushy, sweet letter to Pooh! And it's so beautiful. But you people, don't get to read it. It's exclusive! And ooh! It's darn private, all y'all! So. Go get lost, whine, bitch, or just read the next groovy vignette.
The Best Happening Of Them All
Very groovy? I don't think so. I think it's beautiful. I think it really is great being in love. And the best happening ever, today, is- that I cried. And one time, I wish I could cry right into his arms. He is the one. But still, he isn't. That's why I say- lol, I'm indeed ambivalent.
It's 12.22 here now, and I have to go sleep, 'cause I have to go to my neighbour's place (NOT TO THE ANNOYING NEIGHBOUR-KID'S HOUSE!) to get this USB, early morning, tomorrow. So I gotta go sleep now. Love you bloggie, but not as much as I love being married, yet happily divorced, yet painfully away- from my Mr. Bling Bling.
The Returning Of The Annoying Neighbour-Kid
Guess what? The damn kid is back to his house! He did not come today and I am so very glad that I could lead my life without that kid nagging around! Well, he did come today morning. But I shooed him off and told him that I've got some important work to do on the piano. He told me he'd come later this evening, but didn't- thanks to Almighty! (Yaay, I'm god-believing again. Or at least, I think so.) And this, is the first incident. This amazing happening is what is called "The Return Of The Annoying Neighbour-Kid". Groovy? Totally.
Confessions To The AV Mastermind
Man, I love my titles. They're absolutely awesome and are so catchy! Ye, ye. So, today- I confessed to the great mastermind and a very gorgeous guy, (Gorgeous? I dunno- but he is gorgeous, for me, atleast. OKAY FINE! Oh well. Gorgeous. Ye. Gorgeous) and a great friend, the AV mastermind. (Okay. He messaged me first. So, my egoism theory didn't get spoiled.) And guess what, sweeties? He is the guy who Pooh's been talking about! He has a crush on this girl! Oh well- E's hope's all going down. Buh-bye, Elaine. Say buh-bye to the mastermind. Good. Now, today, I confessed to him. I told him a lot about this Pooh guy and he totally listened! And he totally helped me out. Now, this is what we call groovy. Ohhh yea!
Shrinking Red-Coloured List
And lasht, but naat the leasht. One helluva happening. Mr. Bling Bling aka Mr. Pooh comes and tells Mrs. Bling Bling (WTF? *whines* "I don't wanna get married to a Bling Bling!") that he's going on a damn tour to Calicut! Oh- WOW! What does that mean? Cut 12 whole days from that 30 day list I have with him. Now. This isn't groovy at all. Hey, that reminds me of that livejournal Dumbledore grooviness. Oh well. Fuck Dumbledore. Let's talk blingness! And I get totally pissed. And I write this rant which kicks your rant's ass! Now. Listen up, bitches.
A Stupid, Bitchy, Whining Rant That Loves Pooh!
Shit.
I'm so stupid. Yes, I am! I wanna go to some place, meet new cute boys and live my life good. Errr- I'm so fucked up, again. Oh, oh, oh, how many times will I be so? FOREVER. Btw, I started blogging on blogger 'cause I don' like 360. It isn't awesome enough. Okie, now, all y'people who know to count. COUNT NOW. It's May 3rd. AND WHAT?! And nothing. YOU HAVE NO RIGHT WHATSOEVER TO ASK ME THAT. SO SHUT THE FUCK UP AND LEAVE. NOW. NOW MEANING NOW, IDIOTS.
And to all those idiots who're still there, hey, I like you people. That means my rant is actually interesting. I like ranting. It makes me feel good. So- guess what? I get to cut off another 12 days from my ever shrinking 30 days list. Yeah? Yeah. Isn't it so awesome? I know. And I'm back to acting weird. WOW. WOW. WOW. Now, again, I repeat, I wanna go to Paris. I wanna buy perfume. I wanna find cute amazing boys and kiss them till I feel like stopping. I wanna meet some new people who'll actually care. I WANNA FIND "THE ONE" NOW! NOW! NOW!
Man, I talk a lot. But that's 'cause I'm female.
Shit.
A Fight With Poohness
Today; yet another fight with Pooh. Suh-weet. He told me that he causes me pain. (Sings with the song I'm listening to- "Cause I know you by HEART!!" Yeah. I love that son- WHAT?! Pain? Pooh-cause -pain-to-mushiness? Shit. Man, he's so blehed. I'm not hurt or anything- it's just that I don't want to lose him that's all. Yeah. And he thought he was hurting me. Well he is a little, but he's not. I love you, Pooh. Now shut. Yeah, and he went invisible. It's like WOW- I actually knew whether he was there or not. Now, isn't this back to groovy, folks? I agree. Awesomelicious. Yeah, and then I kept messaging him and he doesn't come out of his cute shell. And then he comes out at 11.30. No wonder I call him jerk. What? What'd you just say? Yeah. Indeed.
The Mushiest/Sweetest/Cutest Letter Ever Written In The History Of Mushiest/Sweetest/Cutest Letters
Yup! I wrote another cute, mushy, sweet letter to Pooh! And it's so beautiful. But you people, don't get to read it. It's exclusive! And ooh! It's darn private, all y'all! So. Go get lost, whine, bitch, or just read the next groovy vignette.
The Best Happening Of Them All
Very groovy? I don't think so. I think it's beautiful. I think it really is great being in love. And the best happening ever, today, is- that I cried. And one time, I wish I could cry right into his arms. He is the one. But still, he isn't. That's why I say- lol, I'm indeed ambivalent.
It's 12.22 here now, and I have to go sleep, 'cause I have to go to my neighbour's place (NOT TO THE ANNOYING NEIGHBOUR-KID'S HOUSE!) to get this USB, early morning, tomorrow. So I gotta go sleep now. Love you bloggie, but not as much as I love being married, yet happily divorced, yet painfully away- from my Mr. Bling Bling.
Friday, May 2, 2008
doorway to flames
Here I am- at the doorway of flames. Today- it's May 2nd. He's leaving 31 days from now. Wow- just one more month for me. That's all, god? That's all I get? These two long years, I've loved him more than I've loved myself, and you're going to take him away from me so soon? This is unfair. This is against every fundamental right of any lover. Here I am- at the doorway of flames.
Today was another boring day. Nothing special happening- except that Pooh stopped talking to me all of a sudden! Yeah- he just ran away. We were talking about how much he was hurting me and stuff- and poof! Gone. Gone with the wind. I'm still waiting for him, lol- 'tis been almost an hour since he stopped IMing. Yeah! I think I'll stay up all night for him. I've this idea stuck in my head- about that "lovey-dovey" conversation we had, a few days ago. That might be converted into any poem, any day! Who knows? Pooh told me he wasn't sure about the June 2nd thing- and that he might leave a few days later. I hope you keep elongating that date to a not yet, god. Please. For I love him so much. I am an atheist, as y'know- but for him, for him, I'm calling god. Wow. Nice. Yeah- so today morning that annoying neighbour-kid came here again. Again. How long will he keep coming? I dunno. Maybe till this house burns out fully.
It's 10.45 right now. And I'm fucking fucked up. I need to stop writing such cliched blogs. They're so stupid. Annu said he'd come online after 12- but I told him I was going to sleep early, today. I don't think so. I think I'm going to sit and finish that piece. Geo keeps asking me to post something. So I'm not going to sleep until I get that "How come you chose me?" piece written and posted. That's the only line I have now. Tonight's going to be a long night. Please co-operate mom!
(Random Confession 1 ~
I stole this "burning house" title from some group on AP. Whoever's it is, please don't burn me alive, now, okay? Whew. Good.)
Today was another boring day. Nothing special happening- except that Pooh stopped talking to me all of a sudden! Yeah- he just ran away. We were talking about how much he was hurting me and stuff- and poof! Gone. Gone with the wind. I'm still waiting for him, lol- 'tis been almost an hour since he stopped IMing. Yeah! I think I'll stay up all night for him. I've this idea stuck in my head- about that "lovey-dovey" conversation we had, a few days ago. That might be converted into any poem, any day! Who knows? Pooh told me he wasn't sure about the June 2nd thing- and that he might leave a few days later. I hope you keep elongating that date to a not yet, god. Please. For I love him so much. I am an atheist, as y'know- but for him, for him, I'm calling god. Wow. Nice. Yeah- so today morning that annoying neighbour-kid came here again. Again. How long will he keep coming? I dunno. Maybe till this house burns out fully.
It's 10.45 right now. And I'm fucking fucked up. I need to stop writing such cliched blogs. They're so stupid. Annu said he'd come online after 12- but I told him I was going to sleep early, today. I don't think so. I think I'm going to sit and finish that piece. Geo keeps asking me to post something. So I'm not going to sleep until I get that "How come you chose me?" piece written and posted. That's the only line I have now. Tonight's going to be a long night. Please co-operate mom!
(Random Confession 1 ~
I stole this "burning house" title from some group on AP. Whoever's it is, please don't burn me alive, now, okay? Whew. Good.)
I saw AV online today, but I didn't talk to him. I shouldn't talk to him if he doesn't want me to. I mean, I'm not messaging him if he doesn't. Uff. If he doesn't, first. Lol, me and my damn ego. Pooh told me today that I behave like an "eight-year-old". Like WHAT?! But the sad part is that I do, lol. I called him "goldfish". Come on. Goldfish. Even a 6-year old is less cliche-er. I must suck.
Sometimes, I feel like this life is so beautiful. Sometimes, I feel like its hell. This shows that I'm ambivalent. I'm, today. That's why I'm laughing so beautifully, and crying like hell in between short intervals. Wow. I'm so weird. But I love being so. Of course. :D
So- the point. 31; 31 days it is. I have just 31 more days with the guy I love. I don't know why he is leaving, or why he doesn't care about how/what I feel- but one thing I know for sure, these 31 days, for me, are going to be the toughest of all times.
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