4:47 p.m. || 2006-11-07
life rant
Listening to:- HIM:- Wings of a Butterfly
Thinking:- REPLY DAMNIT!
Mood:- ill D:
Well, poop.
I tried writing my blog in this morning, but guess what?
IT DECIDED TO KILL ITSELF.
DX
the bastard.
mm. well. ive been at home the last few days.
yes, i WAS ill. and i still am. kinda.
and i wasnt feeling too good mind-wise so..yeah. but my parents don't know that. shup.
But I've actually been doing more work on the schooldays than on weekends. Nifty eh? Finally managed to get a TON of stuff thats been hovering over me completely finished...yays.
I've had so many people ask me what i wanna do with my life.
And recently I haven't had a clue. Which has scared me a little.
But I thought about it over the last few days.
And....(here comes a long cheesy ramble about my daydream)
Basically, I'd really like to run my own coffeeshop.
I can just imagine this small, calm place in a sidestreet...with a nice atmosphere.
And I could sell some of my art and put some up on the wall XD
hell, paint the walls.
and it wouldn't be that busy...but it'd have comfy sofas and some music in the background.
And of course, when the shop's closed...i can have hot passionate sex on the counter with my sexy husband =D
Provided I drug him first.
C'mon, who'd be crazy enough to marry me? XD psht.
Mm...Yeah, I have someone in mind.
Most people know that.
I know it won't happen, but..it's nice to pretend, right?
He's the only person I think about these days.
Sad, huh?
Well I don't care. I like him so much that noone is going to change my mind.
It's my problem at the end of the day.
Which probably means I should stop moaning to you lot about it.
mm...sorry.
You've all been great to me.
At the end of the day, that's just how I am.
Actually, that reminds me of something a friend wrote once.
He said that he was worried because he thought his true personality was sad, and depressed.
And I'm staring to worry that too.
I certainly FEEL like it.
It's kinda scary.
The thing is, people tell me to get over guys, but I kind of don't want to...I quite like thinking about them, even if i do feel sad.
It just feels...necessary.
Maybe I'm just twisted that way.
