hello wordpress.

Anyhow, i’ve made a jump, to here. Just in case my Blogger decides to fuck it and die on me. Which i have suspicions that it has already have.

It’s been so boring since the end of the exam, that I really have absolutely nothing to do. I feel like going to the beach and cycle, and walk along the edge of the water and feel the sand between my toes. Having the sun beating on me gently seems like a really good idea right now, except that it’s in the middle on the night when I’m typing this and I’d definitely have to wait till either next week or in the day before I can make any plans to go to the beach. I think it’d be a wonderful idea curling up on a mat, and sitting under the tree (minus any ants that might be scavenging around) and reading a wonderful book, and looking at the sea. Ha, I’m just sitting here in my living room and planning all these glorious plans. By the time next week rolls by, I bet ya I’d still be sitting here, and procrastinating, and continuing whining about how bored I am.

The cats have been lovely, and all furry and content in their happiness. Watching them as they sleep, snoozing on cushions next to me in the living room is oh-so-lovely. I think I haven’t loved anything as much as them, that, of course other than family and friends. Oh, maybe my bowling balls. Probably almost as much as I love my cats. It’s been almost 7 years since I’ve picked up that sport, and I’ve never regretted since, except when my finger gets blistered, or I bash my ankle with my bowling ball whilst throwing it. But hell, that’s just a little pain.

I realize that I have less and less to write nowadays. It’s been, as I said, boring at home. It’s either neopets, television, or reading. Maybe the occasional cooking sessions. Which is pretty rare because frankly speaking, I can’t be bother to get off my lazy ass.

Oh dear me, I do wish to go cycling. I made plans with hanbuns to go cycling whilst she skates tomorrow, but she hasn’t called or anything. So, I have this niggling feeling that plans might just fall through.

Gee, anyways, I’m talking to this guy who just messaged me on wholivesnearyou.com, and he was going on about how he got his first 500k by the time he was 19, and driving a BMW 7 series at 20. And I ask him what he did, and he replied that he sold his body to get that money. Right, there really is weird people out there. Can’t really say much right? It’s his ass, and his life. So, went “Right, good for you. At least you didn’t steal or rob that money, aye?”

He didn’t reply after that. Why am I not surprised. -snorts-

Well, gonna sign off here, and start updating my links and stuff. so ta-ra! I guess I’d be blogging here more often.