What's within.

i woke up, recalling to myself all the weird dreams that i had, found it really amusing and i wanted to share it here; but slowly, bit by bit, these dreams dissipate from the fountain of my memory. they're all gone

body clock's still screwed, i don't know what to do with it anymore.

on the way back from gym, i was in the bus, forming incoherent thoughts in my mind(as always) and imagining how awesome it would be if there's a telepathic signal to my blog, which directly regurgitates whatever i am thinking at that particular point of time. my blog would have been infinitely long

went to the library and i got all excited and i squealed like a little girl. i love libraries. they give me this very home-ly feeling, like the whole idea of being swarmped with books really hyped me up. it's like an adrenaline rush, those that you get when you see a hot guy, or your boyfriend/girlfriend whom you've not met for a year. i borrowed 7 books of very diverse topics and scopes, i love it. i'm happy. books make me genuinely happy

just got off the phone with the guy i'm dating. i was a nerve-wreck, and i REALLY wanted to sleep my night away and not talk. i'm very anxious when it comes to phone conversations, i'm strange like that. i would avoid them as much as possible(with a guy whom i like of course) i fear the way i sound might turn them off, or the way i enunciate my words . i know i have to maintain my cool and sound manly. this is totally pressurizing, so i just avoid it altogether

i think the phone convo wasn't as smooth as it should be. he was really nice. it was my fault. i was holding myself back most of the time; my responses were not as active nor bubbly like his.

ah why am i even saying this. i don't give a shit about guys. no expectations = no disappointments. screw guys and dicks bye