Haaii.
I haven't typed on this blog recently, have I? Well guess what.
Summer's ending. In less than a month. (Niagara falls tears). Now we have to say goodbye to freedom and hellooo to prison. Cough school cough.
I've been so busy this summer (ehm, either laying down all day in front of the computer watching very random stuff on YouTube, or instead using my sleep-eat-be-a-lazy-turtle routine) and I've forgot to finish my duties. And that specially horrible moment when you realize that you've promised your readers to update the stories over the summer and have done nothing as the hot weather slowly halts into an end.
Dun. Dun. Dunnnn.
Well to be completely honest I've forgot about updating due to the demands my friend is giving me into handing her the final copies of my original copies. And when I give 'em to her she demands for more. Yep, a never ending cycle, so my story 'shall not be updated', says she' until I finish the gosh damn story.
(Cries another niagara fall tears.)
Oh well. Up to the most view posts!
My extra-failure-unbelievably-ridiculous-and-sort-of-a-made-of-crap love life! Ehem.
I kind of think I'm over he-who-shall-not-be-named, aka jackass. But sometimes I think about him, and our moments, and butterflies suddenly appear.
...which I realize was my computer screensaver since I've been sitting there, daydreaming. But nevermind that. Yeah, both the butterflies on my screen and butterflies in my belly. So I also am kind of not sure if I'm over him, but they always say that first love never dies. It sounds ridiculous, but you'll realize it when you actually like someone super hard or actually have fallen in love (either that or you have realized it when you actually have loved someone for the first time).
Well, ahoo. That was a long .. ish something to type. I should post a story on my other blog right now, so gotta rush!
Baibai people, always take care! :*
Oh, hello there.
One in the morning. Yeah, it could be such a late time to be up, but typical for me. If you're asking why, then the answer is too simple. Or maybe not? Let me tell you a secret;
I'm weird.
Ah, was that even a secret? I think everyone thinks their kind of weird. Well that's what I think. But whatever at this weird crap. No, not weird poop. I meant weird crap as in weird topic, you stupid voice in my head.
See? I told you I am weird. And creepy. And crazy.
(Laughs, then clears throat)
I should probably skip the love topic and move on with my life. Oh, wait! I have one thing to say about love:
I'm beginning to get over him! HAHA, TAKE THAT SUCKER. (sticks middle finger up)
Anyway. Yes, about my day. Today was actually a great day, plus the raaaiiinn. Rainy days is practically equals to dark, lazy days whereas I could lock myself up in my bedroom and watch anime and drama and not complain about a single thing.
Plus, it's cold today.
Yeah, and I ate cup noodles. You're probably staring at this right now like I've magically turned into poop, but. I like cup noodles, so who cares! (laughs)
I also watched anime~ Hoho! I was supposed to continue on a chapter, though. So basically it means me skipping another week without posting anything [it has been 5 months] is equal to me being murdered by my readers.
Not literally, but still. I'm dead.
All these. Plus me getting my glasses and graphic tablet tomorrow. It basically means I'm turning into a secret nerd? My secret is getting out, too.
Oops. Haven't I mentioned that me being a writer is a secret?
I haven't, have I? So that means, SHHH.
I'm going to have to publish another blog about my freakishly poor written stories. Try not to bash or flame it too much, k? I'm still an amateur. (cries)
Hopefully, tomorrow won't be too sunny. Or I'll have to hang out in the bathroom again, and there's gonna be a trace on my butt for sitting so long on the toilet bowl.
...I wonder who actually fell for that. (evil laugh)
(Starts escaping)
MWAHAHAHA Seeee youuuuu!
Yo, people! (laughs) It's so great to be free from my emo love mushy mode today. Typically ain't me, but whenever I think about him, the thought comes along with my dear laptop flying through the window.
Babe, do you ever realize what you're doing to me?
Probably not. I swear, instead of throwing this out of the window, I'd make your face the next target. Literally.
Hey, guys. Since no one here really knows me that much (pinky promise, no stalking, 'kay? Because that's just creepy), then I shall reveal some of the sickening secrets I have kept in this damn brain for so long. And also since this is my blog, I can probably rant about whatever. Plus, it's like talking to myself. No one really visits here, anyway. Haha.
Getting back to our main subject. Yeah, my minor secrets about he-who-shall-not-be-named. In other words, Mr. Chimp. Or would you rather call him jackass?
He doesn't have the right to get mad at me for calling him names, though.
So. Yeah. He was a dear friend, three years ago (surprising, ne?). I know we were quite young for having special feelings. No worries, because I have only thought of him as an important friend. Nothing more, though I have thought of crushing on him. All I knew that that crush never happened.
Thus, he moved. Guess what happened? Tadah! By pure, luckless coincidence, I met him again. After 2 years without any verbal or technological or even physical contact, I saw him again. At first, he called my name. Then urged me to come over to his group.
Seeing him. Hearing him. Communicating with him.
That was the time I realized that I like him. It's like, ok? Not love. (sticks out tongue)
Things started happening then. Flirting; footsies, tons of eye contact, tons of laughing. Even holding hands. Entwined. I mean, are you effing serious? You. Are holding. A girl's hand.
And she's is not your damn girlfriend.
Plus, getting way too cozy with her. Drinking from my straw and even adding even though I was practically gaping at your face, "Your lips taste good."
You, jerk, need to be squeezed into a straw.
Touching me on the ass next motherfreaking time will earn you a bruise on your poor soccer balls, got that? And not only my bum, but my thighs too. You're to young to be a damned groper, damn it! Did all of your brain cells disappear?
And, stop mocking me for being short and reserved, 'KAAY? The reason why I couldn't respond to your taunting is because you put my homework in your shirt! I mean, are you that stupid? Also, it isn't my fault that my eyes are only up to your shoulders!
DFJHSDFJHDF LEMME STRANGLE YOUUU. NOW.
(Pauses, then coughs.)
I'm sorry, it kinda got out of hand. But it feels better typing it all down, to be honest. I guess I really am a so-called 'born to be a writer'.
Ahaha. I'll be writing my next entry then. C ya.
K bye. :*
Hey there.
Since not much people are fond of what I do in my life, then I should probably blog about my love and drama life, shouldn't I? I feel safe blogging about it, since basically no one reads this. Haha.
So, hi myself. (cries) I feel so alone.
About my love life, eh? Is mine really that interesting? A love story of being played by a freaking teenage player. Player .. more like flirt. Player sounds like something you call old people, so flirt is a much more appropriate thing to categorize him. And yeah, whoever reading this would probably be blank for a while trying to register what I just said, but then again I may be the only one on this page. Hopefully not. (laughs)
If you think you've read that right, then it's probably right. (...what?)
I'm confused though. Anyone mind strangling a certain chimp and threaten him to blurt out what the hell is happening? No, wait, I'll try to sound mad. I'm fucking confused. Why can't the son of a bitch just tell me that the f*** is happening so we can get things straight? Is it really that hard to explain!?
So first of all, some paranoid ass bastard (a.k.a random person I have no idea who he is) texts me via him and asks me if I like him.
Bickering at who would go first, but then I give up and say yes. As I type it, it sounds so simple, doesn't it? But guess what? If you were in my position, it is most definitely fucking NOT. It's not fucking simple. It NEVER was.
Let's skip this part.
So what happened next? HA. Guess who got played!? Who got pranked on? Who couldn't sleep for that night? Who got her heart broken at such a freaking young age? Who had to hold in the pain!? *raises hand* ME! Because I'm am such an idiot. Why did I believe him?
Yes. I am young. But I loved. & what happened after? I got hurt.
You may now imagine me bitterly laughing (& you can also laugh at my pathetic-ness if you want)
Chimp, if you were in my position, you would SO fucking feel what I felt, wouldn't you!?
But guess what? NOOO, It never happened! You never got to understand me a single goddamn bit because you were so shittily busy being the cocky bastard person you are!
And again, guess what? You lost me.
Sounds so simple, but you lost me. You lost me, sucker.
I do still like you. It's painful. I do still like you, but I hate you. I hate you more, & fuck you too, douchebag.
Oh, hello there.
I hope you get how much of an idiot you are. You make me fall in love with you using whatever charm you have, then subconsciously play with my feelings. One second you're here by my side laughing along with me, flirting with me, making me feel all warm inside, giving me butterflies, doing that magic trick you have where you make all the heat rush up to my face. But then almost suddenly, you'd leave me hanging there.
Do you know how much I hate it when you mess up my mind? I hate the fact that I think about you everyday, the fact that I remember all of our stupid yet cheesy moments, the fact that whenever I hear your name, I freeze. It's annoying. But I can't do anything about it. Why? Because I love you. It's stupid when you think more about it, right? I even get jealous. And ironically, you're not even mine.
So I guess that makes me an idiot too, huh? You're an idiot because you know nothing but do those things that make me fall deeper for you, and I'm an idiot because I know everything but do nothing to get you. Then I guess I'll try to put effort next time... if there is a next time. K bye.
