Psyched doesn't even cover how I feel right now. I'm going to see Travis play! Oh my...
been busy.
don't like being busy.
pounding heart, aching head - it doesn't work for me...
need to get back to my literary masterpiece, and by literary masterpiece, i mean an eDM that say, 10 people actually bother reading?
if i take my own advice and suck it in everytime to going gets tough, i must have taken in enough air to fill a hot air balloon by now...
is it just me or is time slowing down?
19 days left. i know everything's going to be okay.
first thing i'm going to do is to make up for the lack of sleep. pimples be gone!
you do know i don't usually look like that, don't you?
The following entry is written in two parts. The first part in the office, and the other later at night, in my room.
Office:
Why I am sitting here pretending to be busy is beyond me. I could be at home hours ago – God knows all I have been doing is reading the tabloids. Instead, I’m sitting here pretending to be busy, when actually blogging – on a word document no less. So much for being productive… I mean honestly. I probably am more productive when I am lying on my bed doing nothing at all.
Do I want to leave? For sure… can I leave? I don’t think so. I mean nobody’s leaving… It’d hardly be appropriate if I were to just pack up my bags and go.
No, I don’t intend to be productive this weekend. My Sunday’s as good as burnt. My Saturday is going to be spent at the dentist.... Hey, what do you know? The weekend’s over.
Oh well... As long as the rest of the week passes as quickly, i won't complain.
Room:
I left. What can I say? I felt too sorry for myself to stay. I mean I have to work on Sunday for goodness sake, I deserve to go home! So I did.
mraz sums it up pretty well in the song "beautiful mess".
you are strong but you’re needy,
humble but you’re greedy
you’re style is quite selective,
though your mind is rather reckless
i can't see how a person can be this and that at the same time, but here i am...
i'm sick of having to keep proving myself. you know what? i'm done. shine on boy, shine on.
25 days. do i really have to remind you what's at stake?
i know you are tired, but really, who isn't? hang in there. i swear it's going to be okay. after this, we'll do whatever you want to do. rot, get real fat, i don't care. meanwhile, promise me you won't give up, not without a fight. you owe me as much...
3 weeks and 5 days... it will pass, real fast, i promise. in no time at all, everything will be fine. meanwhile, just stay focused and keep your eyes on the prize.
it feels good to say.
couldn't sleep last night. might be the shots, or the shitload of work that they suddenly piled on me. i could scream, but what the heck. in 27 days, i'll be as free as a bird. unless, i actually take it on... haha. we'll not think about that for now.
can i just say how much i hate drinking?
how in the world would i pull this off?
1) late night sauna by busted
everytime i tell myself to suck it in, late night sauna starts playing in my head. different context (entirely different...), but hey, same phrase. gotta sweat it out, gotta suck it in.
2) if it kills me by jason mraz
only because it's catchy. the lyrics is sweet and all, but nah... can't relate to it.
3) that's not my name by the ting tings
it makes me stand a little taller, walk a little straighter, and makes my mornings a lot more bearable. it's the kind of song you'd want to put on when you go jogging... it makes you move.
4) the dynamo of volition by jason mraz
another song that gets me moving. what can i say? i need that boost in the morning.
5) always be my baby by david cook
it's the one song that i never get sick of, despite hearing it on the radio, always. i loved it when mariah sang it, i love it now. i think it's soothing.
won't be long till they make way for a whole new set of songs, but for now, these are my top five.
