the story teller

sometimes i sit down and i think that i'm not actually there. its kind of weird to explain. its like you're looking down n yourself and watching your own story unfold before your eyes. but you don't know what happens next. i look at the situations i'm facing but its like i'm not really there... i guess you guys probably think i'm crapping right? haha.. maybe i am.. i honestly don't know how to explain all this.. its like i'm in this alternate universe where i'm watching myself live and berate myself for the shtupit things i do *kee kee*. ahh.. don't know how to explain it.. anyway...

i want.. a waffle. from waffle. belgian waffle. with vanilla ice cream. YUM.

but thenn.. i need to exercise. getting fat again. T.T anyone wanna go swimmin with me? i don't like the gym. maybe i should go dance. but no more classes. ew. the winx look like their heads are too big. O.O anyway. i really want a waffle. i heard that if u get a craving, u should paint ur nails. by the time ur nails have dried, your craving would have gone away. but i don't have any nail polish. @.@ ehat shall i do?

eat somemore. good idea.

oh. and i think i'm getting addicted to the internet. @.@ i should find something else to do. ngiuu.. like.. like..

homework? nah.

housework? nah.

more internet? yeah sounds good to me.

miaow.