This post is old, so what you see here may not reflect my current opinion and mindset, certain information may be outdated, and links may be broken.
Happy Birthday, Me. Yay. 18. I’m legally allowed to vote. Not that I find that a huge feat or anything. But whatever. I’m 18. And I fucking don’t feel 18. I feel … like a 12 year old right now. No I feel like I’m living in a nightmare at the moment. Yes. There we go. That makes more sense. Actually I am not making ANY sense. That’s what I get for being half awake and being stressed with an unfinished project dammit. Shit. I am screwed. But fuck that. I am sick of trying to get good grades. Bah. Hell it looks like at the moment that Mike Collier and I are the only ones who will actually graduate from our group anyways. I mean, Jesus. I know my group hates school but if they hate it so much, then they should hurry up and get out instead of trying to stay back.
Anyways. I had fun yesterday. For the most part. Met up with Jen, Charles, and Sheila. Were gonna go to TGIF, but then since Amy backed out, and we didn’t know where it was at Shinchon, we went to Oasis at Dragon to eat. Oh man. It was embarassing to be sung to. Espescially a long ass Elvis song. x_X;; I was practically dying of embarassment. But yeah I did get free cake. It was good. After that I had to meet Michael at the theatre to tell him that I couldn’t see the movie tonight, that I had to go to Bless U to see Amy for one last time since she’s leaving today. Michael didn’t like Bless U. Let’s just keep it at that.
And speaking of Michael… my mum found the hickey last night and let’s just say she fucking dislike my actions. She doesn’t want me to do these shit. Hell she doesn’t even want me to kiss guys till I fucking get married. What kind of bullshit is that? I honestly do not know. I mean hell, compared to a hell lot of other girls, I’m a fucking goody goody two shoes! Have I ever fucking had a snog session before now? Have I ever just been in a damn relationship for sex? Have I ever went to a fucking motel and slept. NO! Jesus. I know I’m a good girl to some point, but how much GOOD to I have to be?! I can’t be a damn virgin Mary good! I can’t! I’d go insane like that! My mum just DOESN’T understand the fact that most people do not wait till they are fucking bonded.
*rub eyes tiredly* I don’t know if I want to pursue a relationship while I’m living with her. Why can’t she be supportive? Why does she have to act like a fucking Asian mum. She wants to be my best friend. Well no. I don’t want that. I want a supportive, understanding mother. She can’t expect me to be like her. Hell. I can’t. I cannot keep a promise of being a damn virgin till I marry. I ain’t gonna keep any promises that I cannot keep and that is most certainly one of them. Hell. I do not know if I like Michael at the moment. I do, but I don’t know. Experiences. That’s why he wants to go out with me? What does that mean in normal language? I do not understand guy’s language. Hell I don’t even want to BOTHER deciphering it.
Michael if you are reading this, than … don’t get offended. I’m confuse. I’m tired. I’m stressed. I’m peeved. I’m just plain emotional right now. It’s not your fault. I’m … argh. Whatever. I’ll shut up.
Oh and here’s a list of stuff I got for birthday:
Mum: 50 bucks and 50 thousand won
Dad: Nadesico DVD Set
Michael: Shawshank Redemption DVD
Sheila: 10 thousand won
Everyone else: Birthday wishes.