even i acknowledge how badly i need to change my blogskin. but urgh. laziness.

for the first time in a long time, I am blogging out of sheer boredom. Srsly. I just woke up and was bored. I planned to study but cannot bring myself to do that thang.

so last night I finally caught the rpattz disease ty. Me of all people. What is this, srsly! HE IS NOT EVEN ATTRACTIVE AND HE WAS ONE OF THE MOST IRRITATING THINGS EVAR AS CDIGGORY. What is this. Why do my insides feel deep lust for this dirty hobo. I have come to the conclusion that nadia is right and it is simply ontd's fault and otherwise I would not be going through this strange, hormonal phase.

I had a very odd dream about snape last night. Someone was chasing me cuz I had something, idk, then snape helped me by distracting the evil chaser and giving me directions to the burma underground railway. I kid you not. But somehow the attacker managed to get thisclose to catching me, and there was a dead end, but suddenly they pointed out this trap door and I was all -JUMPS- but the attacker thought I jumped to my death because the fall went on forever. Eventually however, I ended up in a british verz of Sears, and some nice lady helped me out, where I jumped aboard a Christmas choo-choo train on the road and sped away, free from harm.

Ergo, from this I learn that burma underground railway = British Sears.

Ty snape. I appreciate it. Just when I was all freaked out, you save me.


I wonder if this is somehow connected to the sudden onset of rpattz lust.

I am spending way too much time on ontd.


ffs someone save me from holiday boredom hell. I really just want to go out and spend some more fucking money but I already did that buying skirts and pajamas and tops and well you get the point. I feel like being in paragon rn and guzzling christmas coffee and then going the fuck off to centrepoint to lull around the loft and it's pretty things.

goddamn it. plus nobody is around to take me out.

whines like a little bitch. mree we are in a recession. ok recession. stfd.


I want to watch the summer house.

I hate the holidays, I feel even more lifeless than usual.

School>Holidays with nothing to do except eat and be utterly sedentary, which leads to getting fat, feeling worthless, and losing brain cells.

All I do is write sappy shit at night, and sleep the whole day.

I need to get out more. I wish my bicycle hadn't rusted in place for five years. I actually feel like using it. I guess it's time to talk mother into getting me a new bike. I feel a hot pink/electric blue two wheelin' vehicle coming on. Nobody uses bikes anymore though. It's like my generation was the last to travel everywhere by bicycle. Most kids today can't even get on one, let alone pedal.

I'm hanging around fictionpress FAR too much. Myopia dominates me.


I'm too lazy to blog about the issues. Such as Disney going to shit, since they emply Kay Panabaker and Gioslutty Samuels. No, I'll save that for tomorrow.


On the upside, I'm working on a fantasy story. Downside, I'm, scared I won't be able to continue it, considering it's possible novel-length.

Oneshots are my friend. Oneshots are my friend. Oneshots are my friend.


Am listening to old-school AAR. Gotta love them sappy lyrics, I mean how beautiful is Your Star? Time Stands Still?

Seriously.

Holiday Bluess...

That's meeeee...

okay i'm about to go totally assfucking cry-black-tears EMO right here so i won't blame you if you stop reading right here and stop talking to me forever HA.

ohmyGOD i hate school... i hate the stupid convent... Stupid cliques. Stupid teachers. Stupid lessons.

Yealifesucks.

I want to move.

Singapore arts school, anyone?

I'm alone on New Years Day. This is ridiculous.

*bangs head on keyboard* fuck you.

fuck everyoneeeee...

Unles you can magically cheer me up.

If you can, i'll bring sane marie out and you can enjoy her company.

I want a home.


haha wow that was really...

yeah.

gaahaa..

i'm sorry.

but i needed to let that out.

i had fun last night (room-trashing fun) but today is just.. neigerhausen...

I hate hormones. Die, hormones, die.