It's +12am and I have not done a single letter of my English assignment, good work Sarah! Have a fucking cookie, why don't you.
I should seriously stop blogging while half asleep/dead, it takes the living part of my personality out and I personally think this blog doesn't get enough of that from me. But there is no daylight saved for blogging, only the night time squeezed in place for procrastination.
See, I don't make sense at all. I'd rephrase but I don't have enough brain processes working at this hour to do so.
I think this would be far more entertaining as a vlog, but I'm not pretty enough to have people watch me at my ugliest. And I'm gonna have to pull on my scarf, and I CBFUCKED. I would probably poke my throat with the pin and not notice until next morning. At least I'll have another hole to breathe through.
Wow, I'm unusually sadistic this evening. Maybe I'm just suffering from severe Facebook withdrawal. That and nobody is replying to my instant messages. It's bad enough everyone forces me to use the horrid tacky shit of a program called MSN, and then nobody replies. Absolute pure rage.
I want to go back to my literal glory days of self-hating creativity in 2009. I was doing good, using large words ever present in my common vocabulary. My poems were pure osm shit. Then stuff happened. Don't you just hate it when stuff happens? I don't know. I sure love it and hate it at the same time. Like most things in my life. And most people. Mostly just one. But let's just hope I'll never see them again, and that's likely.
I should stop trying so hard to fit in. Sometimes I just do because it interests me. Tupac is a bit too much for my liking, though his lyrics are absolutely fantastic. Rap has never been my forte but it doesn't mean I can't enjoy it. Along with my Hikki and Perfumen and Epik High and SHINee and Ou Est Le Swimming Pool and MGMT, enter Tupac.
Okay, its 1am now. I will take my English shit out into the fresh air. It needs it.
sarah x
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