So I'm experiencing another case of emotional salmonella. I'm just not feeling myself lately. Everything seems off and at a tangent, I'm confused and finding myself in situations I thought I'd never find myself in. To be quite honest, I just want to hibernate till the 24th when I go can home, everything makes sense back up north.
Having a quite in depth conversation with my sister about men, and I'm happy to find its not just me who thinks they are a confusing race.
After a good hour chatting, we have decided the only men we can trust, is our dad, and our granddad.
I just find I'm sick of watching movies that have any kind of relationship in them, Disney or otherwise. Its all a load of bollocks.
I sound rather bitter, and quite cynical, but I have a lot to base my theories on, more so in the last couple of weeks.
On a lighter note, I have a new heater so my room is warm. Every cloud and all that. It keeps me cosy and I quite like it, especially as its a fan heater so it doesn't blind me every time I switch it on.
I don't really have much to say, I also don't want to keep moaning about my annoyance at the opposite sex.
Apart from the apple I've just consumed which was, well frankly a bit of a disappointment, I'm feeling rather empty and slightly guilty, for a crime I have even committed, yet. That's not to say I shall commit the crime, but I feel I know myself a little too well by now to realise, I'm a bitch.
However this shall carry on, until the New Year, when I feel a change shall be in order, or at the very least an attempt at change.
I'm not looking forward to the four days I shall be spending on my own before I go home for the holidays, vast amounts of ice cream will no doubt be consumed, tied in with vast quantities of alcohol and cannabis.
Right now, I think the only thing that would cheer me up, is if Josh Hartnett broke down my door, looked at me in all my pyjama glory and declared his undying love for me, hopefully whisking me off to some form of utopia where he will walk around in naked loveliness.
Here's hoping.
About Me
- Morgan.
- My names Morgan :]!
I am a human sponge and like to soak up everything around me, unlike the sponge in my bathroom that has obviously retired and refuses to soak up anything.
I am an advertising student with a problem, I keep losing my socks, I am really starting to believe little elves come out and take them away and use them for beds.
Scratch that!! I have realised what is happening. It seems I am losing black socks and gaining black t-shirts, it seems only plausible that the elves are stealing my socks and making them into t-shirts. Right? It seems quite nice of them if you ask me, although I would like them to leave some socks, my feet are starting to get cold. Wearing a t-shirt on your feet doesn't give the same comfort.
1 comment:
Cheer up, chikorita! Thou art not a bitch. Quite the contrary, in fact. In addition to giving me a new hobby (read: obsession) you've also shown me that it's possible for me to make friends with someone who's very different from myself, more adventurous, extroverted and outgoing. I'm infinitely grateful for that, and that you were the girl I could call when my brother was back in hospital and I was feeling a mite shitty.
Plus, you're a vegetarian, for christ's sake! You give up burgers for the sake of bunnies. You've got nothing but good karma stored up.
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