- It’s raining. Yay! When it pours, I go to the window, throw it open (okay, slide), flop down beside it, grab the mp3 and listen to all the sad songs I can lay my hands on. It. Is. So. Romantic. I’m the gal with the oh-so-difficult life who’s singing Innocence and Lips of an Angel. Okay, it needs a li'l imagination. Sob stuff.
- The trees look so green. They’re a li’l yellow and grumpy in the summer but in the rain they look so wonderfully calm and green-y. If you’ve got eyes in your head, you’ll know.
- I’m in love with L. M. Montgomery. I sniffed through Rilla of Ingleside. It’s a giving book and makes even stuff like honesty and hard work look cool. The heroine is still beautiful though. Sigh. I need a book with an ugly heroine who gets the handsome guy. I mean, it’s a bloody book. It doesn’t have to be true.
I have a new crush.
It’s the hormones, baby. In the movies, you never fall in love till you’re twenty-something, pretty and thin. I’m not twenty and I’m not pretty. I’m damn sure I’ll get to twenty, but pretty, uh, let’s just hope.
He’s gorgeous of course. No, he doesn’t know I exist. No, I haven’t talked to him yet. Yeah, he dresses pretty well. Naw, haven’t discovered if he’s funny yet. Yes, seen all his pictures on Orkut. Stalked him online. Watched him covertly in class. All the signs of good ol’ girly love, dahlings, and boy, I’m loving it!
I’m thinking of doing my room up. I can’t chuck the furniture out or paint the walls (I want them all black and goth), but it doesn’t reflect my personality at all. Sniff.
- It’s too clean. Courtsey the woman who makes me eat lunch and irons my clothes. Mum. If you’ve watched Another Cinderella Story or High School Musical or a cute-girl-wins-over-sexy-girl movie with a couple of philosophical mums thrown in, you’ll know that the room is always dirty.
- No posters (Okay, so there’s a periodic table on one wall and mums painting on the other. Meh. I. Am. Such. A. Nerd. Besides, mum doesn’t paint hot guys without a shirt. Sigh. I totally want hot guys without a shirt.). My friend has Kurt Cobain on her um, bathroom door. Damn. Bathroom door taken. That leaves cupboard door, peach wall and huge window. Damn. People don’t stick posters on windows.
- No ‘do not enter’ sign on the door. There was a Tweety saying ‘welcome’ in second grade (Yes. The. Bird. With. An. Orange. Beak. And. Stop. Smirking). This is most sophisticated interior designing I’ve done. Ever.
- Random thought: I drew today. It’s a girl in a blue and white dress (very short) with unfinished legs and no face, but she’s turned out pretty well. Mom thinks she’s okay and after winning mum’s approval if anyone dares to criticize, your opinion will be banished into The Land of Stupid Opinions, and will never, ever be paid heed to in the future. Doomed. To. Ignorance.
- Another Random thought: I feel happy. I’ve eaten a lot and watched a lot of The Simpsons and I feel cool. And, I travel by train. Every day. So, I’m grown up. If you travel by bus or car, I will give you a withering oh-my-god-you’re-such-a-baby look. Train travel is in, man.
- I’m so addicted to So What. I have no husband, but I put in the name of Random Guy I’m Annoyed With whenever ‘husband’ pops up and it works. I get all pepped up and lalala, guys are such jerks. Na Na Na Na Na Na Na, Na Na Na Na Na Na…
Like I said, not much going on.
R.I.P Micheal Jackson.
PS. I discovered R.I.P. means rest in peace. So, I’m showing off.
