Best Dad Ever.
Me, to my dad: “I really don’t know what I was thinking, moving here. I think I had a massive brain lapse.”
Dad: “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.”
HAHAHAHA. Love you Dad <3
Me, to my dad: “I really don’t know what I was thinking, moving here. I think I had a massive brain lapse.”
Dad: “I’m glad you’ve come to your senses.”
HAHAHAHA. Love you Dad <3
This week I went to the NKOTBSB concert AND the Naturally 7 concert. I got to hang with some pretty awesome people, laughed a lot and smiled loads. I even met all of the Naturally 7 guys and got their autographs. It has basically been the best week I have had in a long time.
I’ve probably said too much in my previous entry, but I’ve grown tired of keeping quiet to save someone else’s face, usually faces belonging to ‘men’. My feelings are important, and for too much of my life I have quashed them… squished them down to make things easier, to make others comfortable, to not make waves. I really should have learnt to trust my intuition by now, and if I had, I certainly wouldn’t be in this situation at the moment.
There are aspects of my current living situation that I’ve only shared with family and a few friends… and my mother has expressed serious concern about my safety in this house. I have always tried to dismiss her concerns, but you know, I’m really good at that denial thing.
Anyways, I spent the day catching up on skipped criminology lectures and some information contained therein has definitely concerned me, set a few alarm bells off, and I think my mother’s concerns are legit.
Moving into this house, in this area, with this person? Well, it was a massive fucking brain lapse on my behalf. I was failing uni, I’d been sick for months (that hasn’t changed), I’d just been dumped by someone I thought had serious ‘The One’ potential, and I was somewhat worried I wasn’t going to find a decent place to share with another person… so I guess that partially explains it.
I don’t really know how much I can get into it here, as I suspect that this person reads this blog… and I don’t want to share my innermost thoughts and feelings with them. In fact, I don’t want this person in my life, I don’t want anything to do with them. If I never saw or spoke to them again, I’d be really happy about it.
In other news, lots going on health-wise and work-wise. It seems like I’ve reached that point in life (again) where everything is kind of fucked and unsettled… changes need to be made… but surprisingly, I’m not feeling too rattled. It’s just annoying that when I seem to have everything sorted out, shit suddenly ISN’T sorted out.
I think I’ve been through enough major shit in my life to know that this isn’t the end of the world. I’ve got some ideas, and as soon as exams are over, I’m setting things in motion. Everyone, and everything, the entire world for all I care, can seriously get fucked. This mid-year break, life is going to work out in my favour!
Hahaha, I totally did! I’ve watched three lectures! Well, nearly, I’ve nearly finished the third :P
- Comment by popculturemulcher in the article I’m Not a Miserable Bitch, I’m Just an Introvert (via red-sky)
(via bridgettelizabeth)
It is entirely possible that I might just stab my housemate in the face, if he interrupts me when I’m studying one more time, to ask me the same stupid fucking question he asks me every fucking morning, to which he gets the same fucking answer to, every goddamn fucking morning.
Feels good to know I’m not alone in this fun stuff. (I don’t think my version of this would be as PG though. I’m not as much lonely as I am bored with being partner-less, if that makes sense.)
Hahahaha, this is my life.
- Frances Lockie (via ceedling)
(via bridgettelizabeth)
HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!