im on a high. watching coheed and cambria's (blood red summer) video for the first time just now gave me the shivers. good shivers though. im sleepy. oh well.
i like this 'newfound' independence that i have though i felt the after effects today. i feel relunctant somehow. and agitated. why do people like to stare at me and my shoes while i'm on the train. it bugs me. shoes have been on feet for about 2 weeks now. beloved slippers are in shoe cabinet. probably building up dust.
finally us 3 will be reunited once again. a much anticipated one at that. for like a year now. sometimes i hope im not too nice. like later for one.
the working boy is beaming with joy. aint that sweet.
skirt is a disappointment. it doesnt even reach damned ankles. i still love it, but i wish i was a little bit shorter. expensive words coming from me.
im guilty of staring. at cute guys. with nice jaws. nevermind the fact that some minahlike creature dangles on his arm. i cant help it; they seem to be everywhere when im alone and look single. desperate is something im not. for the first time, you'll hear me say, 'im attached'. ha ha ha. how times have changed.
i still dont get why they look at me like that. then they'll stare at my shoes. i like my shoes, no matter how badly painted they are. shut up.
i am as insecure as a loose cannon. i think you know that already.
now i want that orangeyred skirt. oh, the pain.