Blank.
And seriously, I dunno what I want to blog about right now. Let's see what comes out, okay? Experiment! Writing without a topic in mind! Maybe it'll start me on a writing frenzy. I hope so.
Blank, but wide awake. It sucks, I tell you. Wanting someone to talk to, but everyone's off. Gosh. Happens every night. But it never fails to make me feel that little tingle of desolation. Then I'll imagine being in the middle of an ice floe that just broke off from the main ice sheet, with cold biting wind driving little ice bullets into my exposed face. Wow. See how much I suffer, just because you people don't want to stay up to talk to me? See?
Now, does anyone want to stay up from 12 to 6 with me? :D
Just kidding, ok? Don't take me seriously. Especially at 3am.
Ah. Hit by a random notion. If anyone asks me what do I look for in a boyfriend, I have the perfect answer. He must have sleeping habits like mine. 6am to 12pm. And his prime must be from 12 to 6 am. Then we can have hot sex all night long :D
Okay. I think I have managed to eliminate 90% of the applicant pool. But then again, 90% of nothing is still nothing. Wow. I'm talking about boyfriends like college applicants. LOL. Someone shoot me!
And someone please shoot Bugger for me. He told me about August Rush OST and now I have this Moondance tune stuck in my head. And I have it on loop on my player. Damn. And it's not even cool to listen to! Very old school use of saxophones and harmonica, mumbly singing, something your parents will like. But that particular tune and beat.. It gets to me.
Now, suddenly, I feel like writing a love poem. But I have no one to write to. And who ever heard of a girl writing poems for a guy? Gosh. But I really really feel like writing one..
Oh, by the way, something I find intriguing. Phone rang at 8am today. Woke up. Shook head to chase away lingering dreams. Cleared throat. Even managed to drink some water. Answered. And after all my efforts, he started my day with "Still in bed, huh? Wake up! Wake up!"
How could he tell? Is it that obvious when someone just woke up? To find out, I may have to call some of you at 5am :D
*scrolls up*
Gosh. That was some random crap.
*opens up word doc*
*stares*
Maybe I'll write a really horny love poem and put it in the WHY [INSERT UNI] part.
A really really horny one.
And for the WHY ENGINEERING part, I'll write about how I want to work for the sex toy industry. Make Safe Toys. Then people won't get electrocuted when they, uh, play vigorously.
Come to think of it, if I were to design a sex toy, what would I make? Hmmm...
*stares at blank word doc*
This is NOT going to work. I better sleep now and get up earlier tomorrow. A lost soul might need my help.
If I can't sleep, I'll scribble me a love poem. For.. uh.. Well, for an unlucky guy.
Thus ends the randomest, messiest blogpost ever.
4 comments:
you wanted to shoot me?!??!!
Want. not wanted :)
It's interesting how much of your personality one could deduce/read into/analyse from this seemingly random blog post...hurhurhur.
heh. good thing not many people come here then. and good thing i disabled google. and good thing not many people care :D being naturally attention-repellent is goooooood!
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