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and in the end the love you take is equal to the love you make

3 February 2009 - Handling it. Maybe.

I have been way too slack with uni. Way, way too slack. I handed in my photography assignment (my first one, I am very nervous) and I don't think I tried hard enough.

 

Ive hung with matt twice already. Both times he has asked me over... It's the same but not. The same being that we act the same, but towrds the end of the night he ends it with an "okay ill take you home now" or a "you can sleep on the couch". Which I fully don't mind but it makes it awkward. Pretty sure that tonight when he mentioned the couch I answered with "no i can walk" a little too quickly and with a high tone. Which would have been funny otherwise. I don't think I will ever get the same chance ever again. Ha ha ha, chance. I have no chance. I'm stupid and need to stop liking him, now. It's insane. He doesn't want me. Emotions suck balls...

 


I'm getting lunch with bandsie tomorrow which will be interesting.haha.. We will see how it goes...

 

Xman is leaving my uni because he failed all subjects last semester so he wants to transfer... I'll see how it goes then.

 

The biggest news for last, I am moving back homw with my older sister. She has gotten a house thing and yeah, it will be cheaper for me. I dont know if it will be better, but we will find that out too. sigh. I'm very worried that I will hate it! Lia has been offered a bedroom so she will need to decide if she would like to come too...

 

You know what annoys me? When people say "would of" instead of "would have". It annoys the shit out of me. Yes you say would've but never ever do you write would of.

 

 

Lady madonna, children at your feet.

Wondering how you managed to make ends meet.

 

 

Goodnightt

 

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