1. I hate when you turn the car on and one song is playing that you hate and when you switch radio stations, the same song is playing on the other channel. WTFFFF. It's terribly frustrating in the mornings.
2. Trashy romance novels make me forget my problems.
Oh my gosh. So in math I did a few problems and felt really really tired, so I took a nap for about forty minutes. Then when I woke up, I read some more Vampire Academy... and OH MY GOSH ROSE FINALLY FOUND DIMITRI <333 It's weird, because he's holding her captive and acting all evil-romantic towards her, because even though he's an undead monster, he still has at least a physical attraction to her. He wants to turn her Strigoi so they can be together forever... Oh Rose, was that kiss worth it?! He's so romantic, but could you love a monster you set out to kill? I'm really curious as to how she gets out and what happens!
But then I sort of realized how fast my heart was beating and how intensely I was gripping the pages. In those twenty five minutes of immersing myself in the pages, I forgot about all the shit in my life, all my friend bullshit, parental bullshit, stress, projects, exams, everything just sort of... went away. Reading about Rose and Dimitri sends me into a romantic and loving world where nothing exists except for that warm feeling you get in your gut when you think of love. Really, why do people make such a big deal about feeling love in your heart? I think it comes from somewhere else, somewhere deeper in your core. I feel blood pumping in my heart, but I feel the true twists of love right in the center of my body.
Oh gosh, tangent. Ughhh. Becca was supposed to write a guard story for us, but since she's going through tough shit in her life right now, Heather asked me to do it... and it has to be done by tomorrow. Shit. I still need to take my government exam after this and go to work... maybe I'll write it at work, ha ha. Hopefully my exam doesn't take longer than an hour, cause that's all I have to take it before I go get ready. I think I'll write about the time we were at that contest and got stuck under the bleachers for hours during the storm and napped on each other... it's a good guard memory, since I can't write about Frito Pie Time again. That was a literary masterpiece :) I'm quite the badass writer when I put my mind to it!
xx Baby Please Don't Go, If I Wake Up Tomorrow Will You Still Be Here Marz
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