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Sunday, February 7, 2010

SWIFT DRIFT.

Lately, I've been drifting out of this world and into the world of my dreams. A couple of nights ago, I was stuck in a thrilling dream where I was in a small house with two storeys, with a couple of friends. We were hiding from evil people who were trying to shoot us. When they came into the house, I recognised them as A**** and a few other people. Anyway, my mates and I were hiding in different parts of the house which was, although two storeys, a very small house with hardly any space to hide. As soon as they came in, they shot one of my mates. Jumping down from the second storey, I crept up silently behind one of them and snatched a gun (and being ninja, none of the attackers noticed my presence). Just as I was about to massacre all the assailants, MY MOTHER WOKE ME UP AND I LANDED SAFELY BACK INTO THIS HORRIBLE WORLD! So yeah, no epic Cod4 journey for me. :(

I have also been reading a series of books which are based in a fictional world where there is magic and faeries and medieval princes and sh**. LOL. I wish I lived in that world. Then I would learn to be happy with what I've got. There is a deep longing in my heart, kind of like I'm missing someone but whom? I don't know. When all is quiet and dark and I'm sure that I'm alone, I sit down and watch tears fall onto my hand. I just really hope it's a sign of PMS. (That is, post-maternal sadness.) JOKES I AM NOT A MILTF.

Anyway, Dear Diary (or eBLOG, whatever cool people name their blogs these days), the past few days have been very hectic and a very abrupt transformation of my life. In less than two weeks, my life has gone from being idle and meaningless into being studious and keen to get through the frantic completion of homework. In less than a month, I've transformed from being a straight-up BADASS into someone you wouldn't wanna be friends with, because my life is down-right BORING.

When I stare at passing reflections during trips to and from school, I always see a scruffy chick holding tonnes of books, struggling to carry them back home. NERD.

I HAVE A FEAR OF hot guys. ( :

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