Three strikes and you're out.

1. I've been on so many sites already to check my horoscope for September. Apparently, romance is involved. Strike One.

2. The UK has nuclear submarines on the coast off Plymouth. Strike Two.

3. My granny's in hospital; again. Strike three.

So let's ditch these trivial things.

Is it possible to feel older than you actually are? I feel like that at the minute. I don't know why though. Everything is just going by so quickly, my life is passing right before my eyes and I can't stop it. I can't reach out and grasp time, just to hold onto one happy moment so it can last forever. 

I can't be assed with school. It's the same old routine year after year. I go to school, change a bit and then it's summer. Then that cycle starts again. 

And I got my first grey hair.

To prove that time is changing me and everything around me. 

Time is like cancer I guess. It is slowly killing each of us. And there is nothing we can do to stop it.

But I agree was Marilyn Manson. Sex, the one thing we humans love the most, will be the death of us all. Either, we will restrict it, and people will get angry and kill each other. Or we die of lack of resources and food due to overpopulation.

So where is God now?

For a Pessimist, I'm Feeling Pretty Optimistic

Eric and Sookie FTW.

Why do I always see the bad side of things? Why is the glass always half empty? Why do I have problems? Why can't I see the good side? There's no one stopping me. The glass can be half full, and I'd rather see my problems as opportunities. There's no point seeing the downside, but I know this won't last. I'll be a pessimist till the day I die. But for the next wee while, I'm being an optimist. I don't know how long it will last, but I'm going to enjoy every bit of it. :D

True Blood Episode Nine was amazing. I love Eric. And I love him more in the books. But Alexander Skarsgard is hot xD I can't fucking wait till next Monday! Oh, and I can't wait until Season Four of it. Coz the forth book is so far my favorite!

Good God, Would He care if I killed all the Twatlight fans on this planet?

I don't think God would care. I'm pretty sure Edward is the fictional Anti-Christ. 

Anyway, I am really ready to kill Stephenie Meyer. She has really taken plagiarism to a new level.  And if I were Charlaine Harris, I would be out to kill her, vampire-hunter style of course. I really want to read the True Blood books. I'm totally hooked to the TV series. Except MegaVideo is pissing me off with it's 72 minute limitation and its 52 minute wait till I can watch another 72 minutes. And torrents are too fucking slow, Youtube is fucking useless and I really wouldn't be surprised if I had a fucking virus right now because of all the shit I've downloaded in the past two days. 

At least Sookie isn't a fucking shallow idiot all the time like clumsy Bella. But Jessica is really pissing me off. I wish she would go die. And at least Bill CAN fucking drink blood and not be all "ooh im going to kill myself coz bella's gonna die on me". 

<3

I think I'm in love...

Again.

That's pleasant.

Sometimes I wish I could be someone else. Just to get away from the silly wee things I ponder over at night. But who knew something so small that just skits over you brain could actually cause a tear to trickle? I'm going to miss some people. I already miss some people, and I never actually thought about how much I missed them till now. Why do I dream about the strangest things and there is always someone I miss with me? I can't wait till I'm thirty. And I can't wait till I'm fifty either. When I'm thirty, I don't know where I'll be but I hope that I get out of here. I hope that I still regret everything that I've done. I don't know about other people and how their minds are like clockwork, but how could we live without our regrets? We would be nowhere, because we would have nothing to learn form. We would be ignorant, obnoxious little fuckers, even more so than we are now. I want to die at the height of my regrets. They say life's too short. But I look at those people, those people who are dying of cancer, aids, hepatitis C, hunger... Sometimes I reckon that greedy spoilt bastards like myself don't deserve to live when those who would appreciate a life so much more have to die. Sometimes the unknown sounds better than the known. Death sounds better than life. But I don't want to die yet. I can wait a while. But until then, I'll just carry on living while those unworthy of death continue to die.