Friday, January 22, 2010
A Hundred and One
These days, I don't feel content just sitting around doing nothing. Well, that's not really true. I still do. I just feel better when I have something to do with my hands. I love having a project to do. But not the school kind. The I'm-doing-it-'cause-I-want-to-and-I-can kind (all those dashes are terribly bothersome). If I don't have anything to do, I get bored. The way I'm bored right now. I'm literally swinging my legs from boredom, though I admit, the swinging is a rather thrilling sensation.
I think I'm going to stitch up another little bag, but a pouch this time.
RANDOMATTACK!Sometimes, when I type on the keyboard, I pretend I'm a piano maestro.
I want a bike and a cat and a laptop and world peace.
I sometimes feel like strangling Kak Hannah when she sleeps on our bed's blanket, which means that I don't get my fair share, and I can't pull it off from under her, cause her dreams weigh her down. Bloody heavy.
I get a thrill when somebody recognises Switchfoot. Not so thrilled when said person goes on to ask, "Didn't they disband, like, two years ago?"
When I go out, I hope people look at me and think I'm free-spirited. Or at least a little weird, but in an intriguing way.
I don't really give a damn whether the kids at school wear ankle socks or eat sweets in class, to be honest.
I know Lover, You Should've Come Over has sappy lyrics, but Jeff Buckley sings it so amazingly I made an exception.
I went through the 5 stages of grief. Now I've accepted that friends really do come and go.
4:22 PM
