Can you say...Friday?

So we have once again reached the end of the week and the weekend is slowly (yes, in a snail-pace) approaching. It's strange. I have questioned time many times before, and I don't think there's any need for me to do it again. I'm still as confused as I was when I questioned it last time.

On another note I have been thinking that this Blog is too...Dark. No, seriously! I know I just updated with the new banner and eeverything...but that's just what's going through my mind right now..I just want more...color!

Enough about that... Yesterday, me and my mates from work headed for the Gym( I know what you're thinking...me at the gym...no way josé...it's true though..) We were supposed to have some kind of traininsession there with some bloke. The Keyword in that sentence was supposed to. Yeah, the guy didn't show. How lame aint that? So I got up...about..2 whole hours(!) too early just to be there. And one of us came there on her friggin day off...just to be at mentioned training happening. Bloody Hell. So thank you Bloke-Who-Shall-Be-UnNamed-In-This-Blog for that awesome session...which didn't exactly happen...
BWSBUNITB...how you dissapoint me...

Over and Out.

Rain...Rain...Rain...Flood?

Rain has been poring down all day here. Seriously I thought it would never end! It was like th clouds had decided to try and drown us, or something. I was seriously thinking of calling Steve Carrell and ask him to put on his Noah outfit from "Evan Almighty", because we all know that he has the whole outfit including the wig and beard in the back of his closet. And then start building that damn Ark. We might need it.
But apparently those drowning plans were put to rest...because right now...well atleast it stopped raining.

Over and Out.

Dissapointment.

Your heart is pumping as you turn your eyes towards those little numbers in the right corner of your computer screen. They represent time. You watch as if in Slow Motion the 59 turns to 00. You feel the grin slip onto your face as you change your msn status to; "Not at the Computer". You can feelt the excitement building up from your toes to your ears...You rise. Slowly with a giddy smile and a skip in you step you walk towards the boob tube...

One of your favorite shows are about to start. You sit down, ready for awesomeness. You know this is going to be Legend-wait for it-dary as you reach for the remote.

You press the "3" and watch as the screen changes channel. The grin widens as you scan the info-tab at the bottom of your TV screen.

But wait!

Your smile starts to fade as you re-read the words on the info-tab. The tab dissapears and you frantically push the "info" button on the remote. Your eyes must have decieved you, they must have! The blue tab reappear and your worried and slightly scary smile slips into a frown.

Where the word "Life" should have been there is another TV show instead. You feel your frown slip into a dissapointed and confused pout as you try to figure out what just happened...

Your brain decides to join you again and tells you that last week was the Season Finale of your show. It had slipped your mind.

Dissapointment clouds your mind and soon turns into anger...directed at yourself. For building up the excitement only to be brutally brought down to earth by the cruel reality. Your memory-span is simply too short and TV shows change their airing times at the same rate as R-Pattz and K-Stew's relationship status...Frequently.

Reality Sucks Sometimes.

Over and Out.

^^

Greetings.

I've been thinking, never a good sign I know. Believe me I know. But as I was saying...I think I want to re-design my Blog. Again. Why? Dunno...I'm bored I guess.

I haven't been posting enough, and I apoligize, to the imaginary Readers. Yes I don't think too many people are actually reading theese annoying little rants...that's not even interesting just me venting. I guess. Oh well.

I watched Pride and Prejudice awhile ago. Yes, I know...I can't believe it took me this long! But I've read the book, I'm thinking I should read it again. You see...I didn't really connect with me. Not when I read it, I liked some parts but otheres were...to be brutally honest; Boring. But I did fall inlove with Mr. Darcy, without seeing the movie first, doing so made me like him even more. It can't be healthy to have cryshes on theese...fictional characters. It just can't! And I have a frigging list of them....a LONG one. It's practically endless...sad but true. Oh well.

Over and Out.

Promises, Promises...

"A Promise is a trabsaction between two or more
persons whereby the first person undertakes in the future to render some service
or gift to the others or devotes something valuable now and here to his use"
-Wikipedia-

Okay, I think I might have promised to write more often. I really should stop promising things...because I ever seem to be able to keep those f-ing promises.
I promised to call my friend early in the week, I called her last night.
I also somewhat promised that I would take my brother shopping some weekend, in June. We are now in August and still...nothing. I feel like I'm lying even if I really aren't...I just...forget things...

Promising stuff is really stupid. If you know that you can't keep them.
So...from here on I promise that I won't make any stupid promises that I can't keep.





I did it again...didn't I? Fudge.

We Wear the Mask

We wear the mask that grins and lies,
It hides our cheeks and shades our eyes,—
This debt we pay to human guile;
With torn and bleeding hearts we smile,
And mouth with myriad subtleties.
Why should the world be over-wise,
In counting all our tears and sighs?
Nay, let them only see us, while
We wear the mask.
We smile, but, O great Christ, our cries
To thee from tortured souls arise.
We sing, but oh the clay is vile
Beneath our feet, and long the mile;
But let the world dream otherwise,
We wear the mask!

Paul Laurence Dunbar