Susu's magic trunk

Back on the Horse again, ey?

I somehow can't leave this fantastic World of blogging. (I'm on my third one). I leave it, and then come back again like a on/off relationship (Ross and Rachel). Anyway, not that I'm back on the Horse again, I really need to empty my skull. Words and thought are lingering and hiding in different parts of my unorganized brain like an untidy room. Now, I need to sort my thought and file them up. But where to start? I'm holding loose ends and... it's like a matchmaking (Ugh.. datingservice). No, sorry 'bout that. I know what's causing my confusion:

Graduation.
Hot guys on TV. (No, I'm joking, really)

Summer and ice-cream, graduation, getting thinner, graduation, future, graduation, graduation and again, graduation.

Did I mention graduation?

It's driving me nuts! (More than I already am 'course.) And, I do miss one person. I can't believe he actually is on the other side of this goddamn World. Luckily for me, a 1900-century smartass invented the phone, and another smartass invented cellphones and texts. Not to mention the smartass who invented the computer and the freakin Net!

All my thanks and Amens to You!

I have yet to see him IRL. It's funny, right? It kind of is. I wonder though, if we did meet, what would happen? How would we be like towards each other? I mean, I'm pretty much in love with the guy (not like that stupid...). I called! From here! To Japan! Then he called me back when I was doing the laundry. I think I yelled at him once or twice or more.. possibly...

The heck with this! My ass hurts, my eyelids are putting up a great fight of the sleep or not to sleep war, but I’m not tired at all. I'm gonna stay up as late as I can and write. Write till I spill my guts out. Scratch that. I'm gonna write till my fingers are full with nasty blisters. Ok, scratch that too. I think I'm just gonna write till I get tired. I need to stay away from tea, coffee, sugar and fat. Those things really depresses me and give me the biggest anxiety and anguish you can imagine. (they're bigger than DP:s boobs, that's for sure...) It's such a bummer.

Now, for the question I've been longing for: how do I manage to have random thoughts simmering inside my head like this? No matter how much I write, I still am unorganized. I start to write about one thing, then that leads to another thing and it goes on and on like a freaking domino! I talked to my manager(s) , Sara and Chris(tina). Sara said one hell of a memorable quote "That is how it's gonna be your entire life.. Plans don't always go through, so you need a backup plan or improvise". Clever woman, huh?

Yeah.

This is where it all ends. For tonight.

"Your ailing heart and you criminal eyes..."

posted by Susu @ Saturday, May 27, 2006