I AM WEIRD

This is my attempt at being vain. I am a failure to all of vanity's big believers. I'm sorry.

I am in my room, trying to keep real quiet because I am currently hiding from my family and the visitors. They all think I'm asleep so I'm doing my best to encourage their belief. Anyway, the past few days have been overwhelming. I'm not really used to feeling so happy. The lovelife progress made this week was more than I expected. I hope she's not reading this, otherwise I'd be very embarrased. And I would be more than my usual amount of awkward next week.

Caribou and Le Loup are doing a very good job of taking over my playlist. Listen to some of their other songs. Caribou makes me feel in love. Ha-ha.

If anybody wants to get me a Christmas gift, here's my list:

1. FOOD

2. An abundance of origami paper

3. A good non-shitty book

4. A really long letter with lots of effort put into it.

5. Stuff you think I might want, related to fandoms etc..

I am the easiest person to give a gift to. Just give me cute shit and I'm cool with it.

I AM RUBBISH AT TITLES.

Greetings fellow sickos!

It's been 30 days since I've last posted. Unfortunately, this post won't be any different with my previous ones. I'm still as dorky as ever and can bore you to possible death. I'm just here to acknowledge the fact that tomorrow will be the last day of our sembreak. Well isn't that sad? On the contrary, I'm really excited to go back to school because that would mean I'd get to be away from the loony bin that is my house. Ha-ha.

Okay so, I'm not really one for love stories and all that jazz, but, recently I've been getting into classic romance novels by Jane Austen, Charlotte Bronte and the like. I watched the 2005 Pride & Predjudice film. Keira Knightley was brilliant. I swear. The thing I like about it is that Mr. Darcy is such a unique love interest for someone like Elizabeth Bennet. Plus it wasn't that cheesy, unlike other exaggerated romance films and stories. I'll be watching a whole lot more of British period films, mark my words!

I wrote a couple of poems just this week. I'd like you people (if there are indeed 'people' to reference) to read one of them. This one has no title because I am absolutely horrible at coming up with them, as mentioned in my post title, ironically. Anyway,

i.

A string of clumsy words drop from my tongue.
And in their wake, an immense silence settles against the wall.
I know the conversation crumples as quickly as it's made,
Though the weight of sentences stay to crush me.

ii.

You speak a thousand glasses of sweet champagne
And all I respond with is a drip of bitter water.
I know not to listen, my ears may be blunt,
But, I am afraid I am already quite drunk.

iii.

And when my tired lips utter my final words,
I will never truly forget how your voice rang
Through the chords of my lungs down to the hollow of me.
What a shame, what a shame to have listened to you.

I am so sorry if that made no sense. That was sorta a spur of the moment kind of thing. So yeah. Until next time? I hope you guys will still read this blog after this terrible post.

Oh and here's a GIF of my favorite scene from Pride & Predjudice: