Monday, November 7, 2011

My Media class is really fucking boring. My teacher is just sitting in his office while we read the entire synopsis of One Flew Over The Cuckoo's Nest that he copied from Sparknotes. So I'm playing around, listening to the same four songs I've been listening to on repeat for a day and a half.
Sometimes I can't handle school time because I get so damn restless and bored. I detested going to Media because even though I do jack shit, it's not good because I feel like I'm wasting my time. I could be doing a lot more. So instead of reading the 32 pages required for "exam revision" (which consists of my teacher not bothering to do actual work and instead lets us watch movies that he feels like watching that day), I'll stalk my own blog and find things that make me really happy.

I like people. I like people who like me. I know what it feels like to want to be someone. So I only feel good about it. I like giving people chances to be my friend. And some people try slowly and end up catching me completely. I like those kinds of people. I like finding out that people think about me too. I'm pretty sure I walk around, oblivious to what everyone else thinks. Not because I don't care, I just don't have the capacity to think about too many things at once. I'm a horrible multi-tasker and the things I think about already are way too consuming. I like it when people disregard my ridiculousness and adopt it as hilariousness. Yeah, I understand that I'm utterly insane and I really don't mind.

I like to grab people. And surprise them. And make them happy. And make them comfortable because I find it so easy to understand how other people could feel.
So I'm happy with my new best friends and my lovers and the sweetest kinds of people that care about what I have to say too.
I wish I knew you.