Monday, April 30, 2012
Sunday, April 29, 2012
top thoughts of the day
- i can't speak french
- i can cook pretty well when i want to
- biting one's nails isn't sexy
- little dogs in trams/buses annoy me for some reason, i just wanna kick the shit out of them
- he loves me? seriously?
- practice makes perfect
Saturday, April 28, 2012
wake me up when the school term ends
Haven't posted for a while. Nothing much going on anyway.
The boyfriend's coming over to cook on the 12th, sounds weird when I say it. Mother wants to test him. Sounds even weirder now that I think of it. Oh well, that's just how this family rolls.
Little brother's in trouble. Again. Don't know what to think of him. Once he's philosophical and really intelligent, then he's dumb as fuck and thinks he's almighty. Puberty or split personality? Hope it's puberty.
The other boyfriend hasn't said a word for a while. Renovations my ass.
iPod's broken down, can't switch it on, have been charging it for the last two days hoping it'll wake up. Hasn't worked as of yet. Time for a new one. Or at least a new cell phone. Or a new laptop. Or a new life, for that matter.
Feel like falling asleep on the spot. Can't. French presentation on Monday.
Hope to enjoy myself on Tuesday. Probably won't. Maybe just sleep the whole day. Don't know yet.
/P.
The boyfriend's coming over to cook on the 12th, sounds weird when I say it. Mother wants to test him. Sounds even weirder now that I think of it. Oh well, that's just how this family rolls.
Little brother's in trouble. Again. Don't know what to think of him. Once he's philosophical and really intelligent, then he's dumb as fuck and thinks he's almighty. Puberty or split personality? Hope it's puberty.
The other boyfriend hasn't said a word for a while. Renovations my ass.
iPod's broken down, can't switch it on, have been charging it for the last two days hoping it'll wake up. Hasn't worked as of yet. Time for a new one. Or at least a new cell phone. Or a new laptop. Or a new life, for that matter.
Feel like falling asleep on the spot. Can't. French presentation on Monday.
Hope to enjoy myself on Tuesday. Probably won't. Maybe just sleep the whole day. Don't know yet.
/P.
so true...
Friday, April 20, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
Distracting Myself
And there it is again: that looming accusation in the air every time my brother looks at me. He's like Jimminy-fucking-Cricket or something. Oh God it makes me so mad!
I've started watching True Blood, and I'm hooked. It's way better that Twilight and has more style than the Vampire Diaries. The werewolves are either bad-ass or really hot, like, as in fucking manly hot, not Taylor-Lautner-omg-he's-so-cute hot. The vampires are serious and cool, they don't act like fags and mostly don't look like one either.
Saturday is home-alone-day. Yeah. Would have sounded good if I didn't have a younger sibling. And an official boyfriend. All of which is a good enough reason not to trust me and asking my neighbor to check on us every now and then. I'm going to die if that woman speaks another word to me, I swear. My ears hurt just thinking of her.
I know it's not right to compare, and I know all I write about is guys, but you know what, fuck this shit. My blog, my rules. You don't have to read it.
D has called me, what, maybe three times since the last time we met, otherwise it's just E-Mails and texts. I went on a holiday for two weeks and the boyfriend calls me five times. Now tell me, is that not a reason to think he's a sweetheart and good enough to be mine? It is, isn't it. Just saying.
/P.
I've started watching True Blood, and I'm hooked. It's way better that Twilight and has more style than the Vampire Diaries. The werewolves are either bad-ass or really hot, like, as in fucking manly hot, not Taylor-Lautner-omg-he's-so-cute hot. The vampires are serious and cool, they don't act like fags and mostly don't look like one either.
Saturday is home-alone-day. Yeah. Would have sounded good if I didn't have a younger sibling. And an official boyfriend. All of which is a good enough reason not to trust me and asking my neighbor to check on us every now and then. I'm going to die if that woman speaks another word to me, I swear. My ears hurt just thinking of her.
I know it's not right to compare, and I know all I write about is guys, but you know what, fuck this shit. My blog, my rules. You don't have to read it.
D has called me, what, maybe three times since the last time we met, otherwise it's just E-Mails and texts. I went on a holiday for two weeks and the boyfriend calls me five times. Now tell me, is that not a reason to think he's a sweetheart and good enough to be mine? It is, isn't it. Just saying.
/P.
Monday, April 16, 2012
controversial
Is feeling happy about something that isn't good wrong?
I feel happy. I feel guilty too but mostly I'm just happy.
Call it wrong. It is. But it feels right for some reason.
/P.
I feel happy. I feel guilty too but mostly I'm just happy.
Call it wrong. It is. But it feels right for some reason.
/P.
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
Why is it that I always write about boys?
-My life revolves around school, swimming and boys (sadly nothing more) -There's nothing else to talk about
-Anything else is even more boring
Happy?
'Cause that's all I can say for a reason.
/P.
-Anything else is even more boring
Happy?
'Cause that's all I can say for a reason.
/P.
Saturday, April 7, 2012
Everything's Fine
It's amazing how somedbody can call you after weeks of silence and make it sound like there was but a day or two between your last conversation and this one. But I haven't forgotten. I count every day that seperates me from that person. And here is this porson, cheeky enough to pretend that everything is just fine.
Somehow I'm not so sorry for cheating anymore.
But then...
"I love you."
He said it for the first time. Well he's said it a few times, but not directly. Usually it was me who said it first and he'd say "me too", and that was it. Yesterday, he said it himself. It took me by surprise. In fact, I was so shocked that I forgot to be glad. I didn't know what to think. But then I felt really happy. Because no matter how angry I was at him, he'd finally said it. He probably just said it to placate me. It worked, of course. Deep down, I'm a simple person, despite everything. So easy to read. Sometimes I wish it were different. But sometimes, like now, I'm glad about it, because it made him say the words.
I may sound naive, but it's true. Like everyone else, I want to be loved. And because I want to, I believe him.
/P.
Somehow I'm not so sorry for cheating anymore.
But then...
"I love you."
He said it for the first time. Well he's said it a few times, but not directly. Usually it was me who said it first and he'd say "me too", and that was it. Yesterday, he said it himself. It took me by surprise. In fact, I was so shocked that I forgot to be glad. I didn't know what to think. But then I felt really happy. Because no matter how angry I was at him, he'd finally said it. He probably just said it to placate me. It worked, of course. Deep down, I'm a simple person, despite everything. So easy to read. Sometimes I wish it were different. But sometimes, like now, I'm glad about it, because it made him say the words.
I may sound naive, but it's true. Like everyone else, I want to be loved. And because I want to, I believe him.
/P.
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