…you’re a single, 25 year-old girl and the person who you have a constant conversation with and who wishes you good morning and good night is a 14 year-old boy. No, I’m not a pedophile, there’s explanations and reasons leading up to this situation! Don’t freak out and call the cops! I’m posting this collection of things that have been on my mind lately mostly because it’s a chance to organize and lay them all out. If my first sentence hadn’t thoroughly disgusted you, read on to hear me out! Continue reading
For the near future, this will be the last post on the guy-that-never-got-named. Huh. Maybe that should be his name. There’s something that you should all know about me. I hate not knowing the answer to something. I hate not being able to understand what went wrong and thus not being able to work on fixing it. You could almost call it… somewhat of engineering tendencies.
So this might be the end of another chapter of my non-existent love life. Wow. That was short.
So, I have a problem. It’s not really a problem, but something I’ve noticed that annoys me about my own personality. However, I think that there is some backstory to be told here before I get into my whole thought process/rant.
Long time no see. It’s been a while since I’ve posted and a while since anything interesting has happened. My excuse is that the past couple of months have been extremely busy with me working on my thesis and writing a couple of papers that never got submitted (although my supervisors promise that they will, I don’t know how much I trust him). But that’s not really the reason. The reason is, we… or at least I… use this blog as a channel for emotional venting… and when there is nothing emotional happening in my life… except the fact that I hate writing papers, there is nothing to vent about. Life sucks.
So. As we get older, our friends get picked off one by one… it’s due to natural process of plasmolysis. I’m misusing biology words. Please don’t learn from me.
***Egocentric, insensitive whining alert! Do not read if you aren’t prepared for self-centred ramblings out of self-pity. America’s got it bad and all, but I don’t even have it in me to go there.***