Huh.

Truth to be told. I tried to update a few times after the last post. BUT. Yes, there's a but.
But I got so distracted by all my multi-tasking that I abandoned that task. Smart, nay?

"Loving someone who doesn't love you back is like reaching out for a star you know you'll never reach but you just got to keep trying."

Awwhhh... Why are the holidays whizzing by without me having a single clue?
I still have so many things I want to do. *moans*
However, I've been slightly cured by two doses of full-action-packed-crime tv series.
CSI:NY and BONES!!
Watched two full seasons last week. Fantabulastic. I made that word up. Or maybe I heard that somewhere.
Anyway, I can eat while watching some random sicko blowing up a human body or a pathologist with a dark sense of humor pulling the organs out for lab results.
Yea, I can actually eat with all the blood and gore. Doesn't dampen my appetite at all.
That day, I saw a dead corpse of a cat lying by the side of the road. All's left was the bones and some organs. I think it's been there for a while but I wasn't freaked out when I saw it.
Conclusively, proven by me that these shows help with all the blood and gore.

So now, I'm on Gilmore Girls. Way out of date but hey, a show is a show right? Doesn't matter when it was released. As long as it's good. And it sure is.
First, the voice I hear in my head is Brennan from Bones and now, it's Rory from Gilmore Girls.
Signs that I'm crazy but I knew that already.

All I know now is that when school reopens, I'll be a piece of dead meat.
He calls her up telling her about it and how he needed me in it and she gave me less than a day to decide. What am I going to tell her the next day? He wants the answer and she wants my response. It's going to two bloody long weeks if I say yes. Which she expects me to. I just don't want to think about it now. Wait till the next day.

Mum wants me to learn knitting or crocheting after PMR. Total weirdness.
There's a difference between knitting and crocheting. There actually is. Go check it out if you're sitting around doing absolutely nothing, something to do with the needles apparently.
You know, I never thought of myself as the one to take up anything that has to do with sewing or connected to it. We'll wait and see how things turn out..

Okay, I'm speaking in transitions again. That has to stop. How? I'll figure it out next time.
I'll figure it out, but till then, if you're reading this, deal with it. =]

This post feels long but it's not. I'm going to bed. Night.

P.S. I have pictures which I took and can't wait to post them.
P.P.S. It's hard. It really is.
P.P.P.S. I have to stop my really bad habit. Today's the last day. It will be.