philosophy is what you read off the cereal box

Friday, June 02, 2006

things happening:
still having sore throat (dylan, you bloody ass)
still having a hammering headache
now having cough
and still not dead yet.

i bought a new book today... beachcomber by karen robards. looks kinda nice but scary. i think im not gonna go out at night anymore. i dont wanna die just yet from a horrible murder. i think i'd rather die from jumping down a building, thankyouverymuch.
anyway. i need to ask, how many times have i said life sucks? oh well... i think i lost count. but anway, LIFE STILL SUCKS. completely. truly. utterly.

i hate it. and i really, really hate it when people assume so much. tooo much, in fact if you ask me. i hate it when they just adore linking my name with someone else's. don't they know that im an individual, and i'm hilda. not whatever or whatever or whatever. i hate it. and when people just enjoy assuming everything. i haven't opened my mouth yet for god's sake. what i do doesn't reflect what i feel all the time. i may write what i like, but it may not be wholey true. i may say that im okay, but it may be complete fake. what i do may just say that i'm not interested or i can't be bothered. but i am interested, and i am bothered by it. you can't depict with i'm feeling by just seeing what i do or what i say. sometimes you can't believe in what you see, what you hear and what you know. it's time you believe in yourself and trust your heart and not what you see, hear or know. looks can be deceiving. and i thought you'd know that by now.

god... i think i will never be living in a fantasy. i just wish i was. with all the castles and green never-ending fields and cute, gorgeous princes, and huge horses that are beautiful. and cool parents and all. if it means i have to go back to the medieval times, i won't mind. seriously. even if it means i have to live in a world where people have decayed teeth, no tooth paste, no soap, and no TV (WHICH MEANS NO CARTOONS!). but hey, if it means living with pointy hats and flowing dresses. wah-hey... who gives a bloody damn?

oh god... snap me out of my dream will ya?

carpe diem! seize the day! as they say (:

spinning a tale ; @ 5:23 pm
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