Waiting for my sis to come home - the later she is the more annoying our task for the evening will become.
Started watching Coffee Prince for the umpteenth time today. I will never get over how amazing it is....and Gong Yoo is just - eye noms.
As far as my plans to do nothing are going, I think I'm doing pretty well.
I woke up, ran the bath, had a cup of tea, put the PS2 on, played FF XII for a lil while, had a bath, took Sam for a walk, played FF XII for the rest of the day.
It's funny, now that I am employed, the people around me don't seem to mind at all when I behave so unfruitfully - human beings are crazy weird that's all I can say.
My mum is house sitting yesterday and today and for some strange reason I let her borrow my phone. I was under the impression that I would get it back by 2pm today, so obviously I'm a little distressed that it is not back in the safety of my arms.
Not that anyone will text me or phone me - such is my life.
I probably should be worried about my mum reading my texts, but I'm actually not. The reason being, I am innocent of all naughty behaviour. Even if she does read them - and yes, she is the type of mum that does that sort of horrendous thing - she wouldn't understand them. I barely understand them myself.
I get misunderstood a lot, it's because I speak almost fluent sarcasm. People actually believe me when I'm being sarcastic. It's a really bad habit I'm trying to get out of..
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So yeah, it's a few hours later and Sarah came home and we managed to get that task done without it getting too horrendously late so thats all good.
Mum and Dad are off to Scotland tomorrow night, So my sibling and I get a few days of freedom. Unfortunately, it's my daddy's birthday while they are away so we can't celebrate that with him, which is a shame - which reminds me, it's my Zaty eonnies birthday on the same day as my dads hmmm!
The past few days I've been having a tremendous struggle with my tendency to overthink. I seem to have a photographic memory when it comes to things that could be translated a whole multitude of ways.
For example, signals - are signals actually signals, OR is it your head just lying to you and saying that normal human behavior is actually signals?
I wish I could read peoples minds.
I have also realized that my appetite goes out of the window when I'm with people I like. When I was camping a few weeks ago, I had no desire to eat and also, at convention earlier this year, the exact same thing happened.
This seems ok at first glance, but actually, I get really faint and stuff. It's like my body doesn't crave food, but it needs it. There is not as much joy in eating when you have to force feed yourself to ensure that you get the right nutrients.
I'm not ill or have a disorder or something terrible like that, it's just I put two and two together and have come to the conclusion that being in certain company stresses me out so much that I don't feel the need to eat. The only problem is - I like being with these people (person).
To be honest though - it is a very stressful situation for me. I keep asking God to keep my mind focused on other stuff. This does work for a while, but yeah, I do seem to slide back into over thinking.
SO YOU SEE??? HOW THINKING AFFECTS ME? And most people would say that thinking was a good thing...HAH!
I'll tell you something though, I am hungry now. 12:11am, what a stupid time to be hungry. I refuse to eat now though, my cheese intake has been far to much today. I had a serious carb munchfest.
The future is such an unnerving thing. You know when you really want to pat someone on the head? Well I really want to pat someone on the head.
I seem to be making no sense at all. I've never been effected by chemistry before until now and I'm not sure what to do with it all.
I love my friends. YOU ARE ALL SO GORGEOUS MY FRIENDS!
Oh dear, I write so drunk when it's the early hours. I should just wash my face and brush my teeth and go to sleeps. Ohhh the thought of my bed is soooo comforting - no stress at all.
Goodnight all!
Many lovin's from the Min
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