Monday, November 2, 2009

i stil don't have a good title.

I turned on the tv, watched an interview on someone. I wish I hadn't.
It feels as though my history has resurfaced its ugly head. I don't know what I'm going to do, or how am I going to react to people. I won't react properly, I know that for a fact. Sorry if I seem distant.

I intend on watching a Sherlock Holmes Film and falling asleep. Hercule Poirot= :D.
My classes have not changed a bit. My life is devoid of disruption in that sense.
I've often wondered what people gain out of blogging.

I try and save the world from it's troubles, but my attempts are so futile. I want to make everyone happy, but I know I can't. I saw one of my good friends [who often is misunderstood] sitting by themselves today, I would have talked to them, but I had some place to be. High school really is a bitch. I've had a good cruise so far, but what of those who havn't?

One day, one day.


Ice ice baby. Scattered.

I am sleepy. :)

I guess its this desire to talk continously about onself- and everything going on about them at the time. It's the freedom to talk without fearing making someone else impatient. Or bored.

Maybe it's just



me.

i never have good titles.