So, i suppose, seeing that i haven't blogged in a while that this whole blogging thing is going to be an every couple of months thing. I don't even know why i have a bilge. i suppose for me that it acts as some sort of diary. in modern day society, men aren't supposed to keep diaries. that the beauty of it it all. Modrn society is going to pot. im not surprised.
I like the fact that even as i sit here not knowing what to say, Im writing about things that i wouldn't think about in every day life. Its nice, like a friend who listens whoever. I have lot of those types of friends. Im very lucky, many people don't.
Iv been at uni for a while now and i do really like it, but, i think the security of my friends and family at home take the small amount of comfortability away from me, im grateful for that. A friend who i made at the beginning of the year has turned out to be a complete freak, I mean weird. She does no work, is a complete state and her 'new friends' have all died their hair the same colour. incest? Yes i think so. I think that its safe to say that they are becoming an incest group, that and the fact that they are slowly turning into the same person. Im white shackled by this.
I attempted to start a plan for a book. Me write a book? Don't be silly. that the thought i would think to myself. I also think that the whole idea of me thinking i could write a book is silly enough. I want to do something amazing with my life, but opportunities are hard to come by and i don't think that i will ever gen any. I like to think that this is a wrong though and that i should think positive but, its zoo hard to think like that. Its something that i cant do.
When you look in the mirror what do you see? I see someone who's lfe will neve make a difference in the world. Its frustrating.
I always think, what does Gaga (lady) or beyonce, or lana del Ray see in the mirror. They don't see them selves. They see their aler egos, they want to be remembered as something that they have created, not something that they are. There not being remember for who they are but what they have become. there not themselves. Its a sad though and i hate to think it but its true. Its life i guess.
I hate correcting my self so you can all marvel at my poor language skills.
I like the fact that even as i sit here not knowing what to say, Im writing about things that i wouldn't think about in every day life. Its nice, like a friend who listens whoever. I have lot of those types of friends. Im very lucky, many people don't.
Iv been at uni for a while now and i do really like it, but, i think the security of my friends and family at home take the small amount of comfortability away from me, im grateful for that. A friend who i made at the beginning of the year has turned out to be a complete freak, I mean weird. She does no work, is a complete state and her 'new friends' have all died their hair the same colour. incest? Yes i think so. I think that its safe to say that they are becoming an incest group, that and the fact that they are slowly turning into the same person. Im white shackled by this.
I attempted to start a plan for a book. Me write a book? Don't be silly. that the thought i would think to myself. I also think that the whole idea of me thinking i could write a book is silly enough. I want to do something amazing with my life, but opportunities are hard to come by and i don't think that i will ever gen any. I like to think that this is a wrong though and that i should think positive but, its zoo hard to think like that. Its something that i cant do.
When you look in the mirror what do you see? I see someone who's lfe will neve make a difference in the world. Its frustrating.
I always think, what does Gaga (lady) or beyonce, or lana del Ray see in the mirror. They don't see them selves. They see their aler egos, they want to be remembered as something that they have created, not something that they are. There not being remember for who they are but what they have become. there not themselves. Its a sad though and i hate to think it but its true. Its life i guess.
I hate correcting my self so you can all marvel at my poor language skills.
