I think I admire people who take drastic risks. I can't really go into it any deeper then that right now, because that pretty much sums it up.
I want to become an author. However. I'm too lazy. Confident, but lazy.
I'm a little mad at arrogant pricks who ask me to put in a good word for them at work and then respond to my question with an infuriating "nm, u?"
Tonight would have been a perfect night for drinking with eleanor and kacy. But. I didn't realize my parents were gonig out until 8 and by then it was too late.
What is everyone doing for New Year's?
People aren't who they really seem to be. At least to a certain extent. Half of the things I say or do, I don't ever mean to say or do. I love my thoughts, but they never get expressed correctly.
But I'm happy and I have time to read. And sleep and be in love with the idea of not being in love. But saddened by that fact too. It's a very contradictable feeling. (i didn't even realize that was the proper usage of the word until a few minutes ago.
I claim that the rest of the world is so narrow-minded when at times I am either that or oblivious myself.
Posted by Maleta at 10:01 p.m.