it seems that i am becoming quite a fan of this 'blogging'. I admit, it is more desirable to me than myspace or facebook as it seems that at this point in time i really only have one reader, so i feel that i can relate to myself alot more.
i tried my new school-time routine; making the time with my group as minimal as possible, to reduce my anger towards those people. instead i stayed in the library with a selected few. jolly good.
i am also addicted to my new laptop- since i got it half a week ago i am constantly typing and typing..
it's actually giving me the motivation to take up writing again, that is if i can find anything interesting to write about.
which reminds me of how the other day i was approached with the question "lydia, what are your views of true love?"
it's times like this where i find myself very awkward and tripping over my words, unsure of whether to actually speak my mind, or to shrug it off unintelligibly like it seems i am expected to do.
well, whatever, i decided to answer halfheartedly, afraid of what i may actually say, yet again. and as far as i am concerned, i once found love, it ended, and i was upset. so that is enough of this concept for a while i think.
We are doing Sylvia Plath in english.
again,
i am very happy.
i can talk about suicide, and not be called a freak.
it is starting to get late, i have a mountain of unfinished year 12 work, i feel bloated from eating too much too late at night, listening to Cursive, laptop dying and etc. excuses to publish.
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