On the TV screen, party-goers were counting, "19, 18...." All activities ceased and everyone gathered.4,3,2,1!......So this is the new yearAnd I don't feel any different.Suddenly, DeathCab's The New Year made so much sense - as I went around wishing family members a Happy New Year, I barely felt anything. My 2009 calendar in the trash, I waited for 2010 to give me something interesting like now... 1, 2, 3... Now!Okay... Now.Now.So this is the new yearAnd I don't feel any different.
- Do you think I can make it if I try out 100 words?- Not at all. It's not as easy as you'd think.So here I am as part of my new year resolution. Welcome world, I am ready to fulfil resolution #3: To try something new for this year. Other resolutions include:#1 - Exercise regularly on my own (now that I've graduated from school, there's no mandatory PE lesson to train our lazy asses)#2 - Learn driving.#4 - Study hard (that is if I even do well enough to get into a university. Results in February.)Stay tuned.
Indeed, "It's a Wonderful Life!"
Screw you dota. All you do is make me feel lousy about myself. =(
Cheers, to two less lonely people in this world.
Bye Bye Kitty. :(
Where the hell is Wonder-fucking-land?
end of relationship, she told herself, wishing she had to courage to type that in too.
Matt sighed. With the biggest smile he could give, "Grazie. Venga ancora, per favore!", knowing he didn't mean it one bit.
Well, maybe tomorrow
With her lazy ass glued to the bed
Plans to pack her room filled her mind but
The sky was getting dark
The clouds grew puffier and the sun disappeared
Earlier plans to swim to be ruined as
With her heavy head on the pillow
She stretched and yawned aloud
Limbs writhing about the bed
As Nuthinduan Waltz plays on repeat
She covered herself with the quilt
Enjoying the bliss of nothingness
Come on, Andi, she told herself
Andi, you can be more productive than this
Concerned father of child (CFC): So what's the school like?
Michelle (M): Oh, we have a good academic programme: students work har-
CFC: That's good. I want my son to go to a school where there're no good-looking girls so he can focus on his work, you know. I mean, compare the girls here *gestures to Michelle* and that neighbouring school, the girls here are more, you know, studious, and the girls over there are all pretty and wearing short skirts. I think it'll be better to let my son study here.
Excuse me, WHAT?!
"AHHHHH FISHES!" I yelled, and you jumped.
Okay, not ALL the time.
Lyrics from Stars came to mind after that random encounter with you. We've not seen each other for the longest time, despite your various unkept promises to "meet up soon!" via text messages. In real life, however, you seemed cold, distant, uninterested in continuing whatever was left in our awkward and just plain sad conversation. I wish I could tell myself that you were just tired or that I'd caught you at a wrong time, but I know better.
I'm not sorry I met you
I'm not sorry there's nothing to say.
Liar, she told herself, you knew she was back ages ago, you found that out by yourself via her facebook status ("I AM BACK GUYS! LOOKING FORWARD TO CATCHING UP WITH ALL MY OLD FRIENDS!:D") You were just too lazy, too caught up with your own life to even send a "welcome back" text. You really ought to make it up to her!
"Are you free this Sunday?:)"
Get a room, not a priority seat!!
OH GREAT. So here's what I've been hearing about you since we parted ways and headed to different high schools:
#1: You're not the nice, kind and sweet girl the class used to love anymore.
#2: You're dating the trash my friend used to date and DUMPED because he was being well, a GUY (if you don't know what that means, read: HORNY ASSHOLE.)
#3: You've lost all your old friends who went to the new school with you. More importantly, you've lost their respect.
#4: Two words: horny slut.
Love and Kisses XOXO
Five minutes later...
Kupehehko is seen enjoying his grilled carrots (done medium rare!) :D
Perfect. Just perfect.
I can't decide which sounded worse: jobless, unemployed, or full-time slacker?
I pondered... trying to think of a valid excuse to hide the fact that it's all my fault the cake tasted like bloody crap.
- So, you're going to the army soon?
- Uh... Yeah. Next Wednesday.
- More fish?
- No, no, it's okay!
- You don't like it?
- No, no, it's good! It's just that, I'm quite full already.
- Oh okay.
They continued eating in silence. Tell them, he told himself, tell them now. He felt himself choking. His trachea was closing up and he couldn't breathe.
Why, oh why didn't I tell them I'm allergic to fish?