IS THERE ANY PLACE WHERE I CAN WATCH DESPERATE HOUSEWIVES AND NOT HAVE TO ANSWER SOME STUPID SURVEY?
GOD.

The stereotype of girls.
I need to break away from it.

god. I miss them.

I'D HAVE TO SHOW YOU THIS.

LAUGHS!

I had tons of stuff to blog about last night.
But it's gone now.
So yeah.

Guys in V-neck tees : ♥

I'm a legendary bitch that was poked on Facebook by Lady Gaga on the X-factor.
I WANT NUMBER 15!

HOLY CRAP.

Don't ever allow anyone make you feel small.

I'm attempting to sew a pencil case.
Considering my failures in all my sewing experiences,
I have a feeling that this will not be an exception.

Swam today.
I'd almost forgotten how it felt like to be immersed in water.
To think swimming used to be my best sport that I could excelled in.
GOD.
I miss the high-fives Uncle Sam used to give me.
and how he always let me choose the stickers first after each training due to my OUTSTANDING performance
and how I loved the Spongebob stickers and always took them
and how I could swim 20 laps at one time and not feel tired.
& now, I can barely manage 10laps.
LIFE SUCKS.

I love the feeling of being annoymous in a city I've never been before.
I love the feeling of jumping off a cliff and having something to catch you.
I love the feeling of picking up a new and awesome book.
I love the feeling of seeing someone or something pretty.
I love the feeling of hanging off something.
I love the feeling of being in a gigantic library all by myself.
I love the feeling of having a treehouse all to myself where demons cannot enter.
I love the freedom.

GOOD MORNING LOVELY!
IT'S. OFFICIALLY. OVER. (kinda)
gosh, I'm so happy that I can fly.

I've realised I've never ever ever ever won a single wolfteam match.
Probably because I'm retarded.
I take 5 seconds to spot my enemy,
2 seconds to aim,
and 1 second to die.
gosh.
I'm deliberating whether to clean my room or not.
Should I?
It seems..... Clean.
whatever.

I have a secret to tell you
I'm part of dumbledore's army.
Embarking on my journey to take out voldermort on 25 Nov 2010.

I’m mistaken for a flirt when I’m friendly.
I’m mistaken for a bitch when I’m blunt.
I’m mistaken for sad when I’m alone.
I’m mistaken for shy when I’m quiet.
Quit assuming and get to know me.

Earphones in, volume up.
Therapy for my epic failure at physics SA2.

If you find it hard to breathe, then hold your breath. Which is harder?