I haven't posted anything on this in forever. I've been so busy drawing--mostly Undertale stuff lol. The song I posted here I heard for the first time yesterday and it's fucking amazing. The lead singer is really hot and has an amazing voice. I was really not expecting this band to sound so much like Disturbed which explains why my younger sister likes both bands.
I had a couple of good days the beginning of last week because I was invited to hang out a couple mornings. Unfortunately--well maybe unfortunately is the wrong word, but the dude who invited me to hang out is starting to have feeling for me that I know he doesn't actually feel. I say "unfortunately" is the wrong word because I guess it's good to be liked, but this guy is one of those people that doesn't think about his situations or the meaning behind his emotions--the kind of guy that thinks he feels certain things without a reason, which isn't the way things work. And this isn't the first time a guy like this has liked me. Actually I think anyone who has ever been liked in this way by someone has been liked by a person who thinks they feel things and can't give meaning to it. If you can't find a way to give meaning to your feelings, then you're just giving yourself a false sense of those feelings--or you've done drugs recently and those drugs have given you the false sense of those emotions.
Besides that I've been thinking of a lot of different ways my story can go, but I've been indecisive on what could happen in the 4th chapter. I'll think of it though. I'm in a writing mood so I might type up the next chapter tonight, I dunno. That reminds me, I just read another chapter of the Sherlock Holmes book, A Study in Scarlet, and Holmes is the masted of burns. His rivals cannot top him. He just smacks everyone in the face simply by walking into the room, it's freaking amazing.
Not much else to say besides the fact that I've been eating too many Christmas cookies, har har. Much cookies, such glutton.
"PIG PIG, won't you let me in?! PIG PIG, I'm already under your skin, 'cause I'm the big bad wolf, now let the games begin. . ."
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Snails Don't Really Explode, Don't Worry
RandomThis is a journal of some sort of my everyday, or not everyday, life or whatever. I'll pretty much write whatever the heck whenever the heck I feel like. Enjoy or don't~! (--or something. Why are you reading this anyway? Go play video games, listen...
