King For a Day- Pierce The Veil.
So no updates for quite some time eh? Lets do a bit of recap.
I've been busy preparing for assignments, tests, quizzes and presentations. I would say that with all the preparation, my marks would be amazing. Well no. It's not. It's embarrassing.
So what on earth have I been doing then. The thing I do best- procrastinate.
As much as I hate using that word because it has been sorely overused, I can't think of any other word that adequately sums me up. So until I get my shit together, I will be slipping in and out of Blogger consciousness.
ttfn.
Signing out,
Blue-Tips
Pyro- Kings of Leon
I know I haven't ebeen updating this poor baby and it bugs me. I've found another output that doesn't require much thought to write and post up any little snippet of thought- Twitter. It is a ridiculous site but it's very addictive. To put down your immediate thought on anything and everything can be very exhilarating. Oh boy, I must be insane!
It's obvious that I have become a very different person than I was approximately 2 years ago. On that note, I celebrated my birthday a month ago and I can't even remember what happened. Turning 21 was supposed to be eventful but to me, it wasn't.
I woke up in the morning and didn't feel any change. I went for dinner with my family and it just felt like a normal family dinner. It felt like another normal day and now that I think about it, I can't help but to think that I've wasted my 21st birthday. I did not do anything crazy or memorable. Just bleh.
It sounds like I'm just filled with regret but I can honestly say that the emotions I've been feeling these days can not be labelled.
All I want now is to have wine, cheese, crackers and a cold platter of meat while watching a classic like My Fair Lady with my best friend.
Signing out,
dragonfly-wings
Talk- Coldplay
Our age is retrospective. It builds the sepulchers of the fathers. It writes biographies, histories and criticism.... Nature- Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Recently I spoke to a friend. She's about a year or two older than I am. As we spoke of the things we had in common, she mentioned that she wished she did more when she had the chance. To which I replied "But what if there was no chance given?" She smiled and said "You're right but it helps, you know? It helps me understand that if things were differently, I wouldn't here. And I wouldn't have all that I have now".
Sweat drips down her face as she reaches for her squeeze bottle and empties the liquid on herself. The water brings a temporary relief to the heat beating down on her.
"What is the point of this anyway?" she thinks to herself. "Maybe," she thinks to herself, "Maybe I love running because it feels like I can physically run away from my problems."
It is partially true. Running makes her feel like her troubles are far away and with the wind in her feet, she feels like she can soar above them all. Perhaps it could be the angst-ridden music she listens to on her iPod as she runs. All that combined allows her a little space to clear her mind.
Unfortunately she can't keep running and when she finally stops, her problems catches up and overtakes her.
"What is the point of it anyway?"
Signing out,
circadian rhythms
Authors note: If you're asking "why is Abby blogging like a really angsty teen nowadays?" Excellent question. When I find an answer, I will let you know because for the life of me, I don't have any comment because I haven't got a clue either.
