On My Mind.

I loathe drama, I sincerely do. What I fail to realise is that I AM drama. Not personally, but the events of my life would fit very nicely into a soap opera scenario and as a result of that, I'm a bit more complicated than I'd like to be.

When I warned you about all these things I cannot control, these feelings I cannot share, these actions I cannot explain, I was being honest. I wasn't creating the illusion of being inaccessible, I wasn't trying to draw you in with my "mysterious nature". I was being honest; you couldn't handle it.

But you insisted on staying. Your fascination with my world was entirely inappropriate, it is not nearly as pleasant as you make it out to be. You wanted to help, you wanted to be my "saviour", and against my better judgement, I started to wonder if you're what I was missing. I wondered if you could actually make a difference.

And I let you in.

And you disappointed me.

Story of my life.

-Lilo

S-S-Summertime, Summertime Sadness.

Song by the lovely Lana Del Rey. I'm quite obsessed with her music, it truly is brilliant, even though it's not my usual cup of tea. I think it's her borderline masochistic approach to relationships, and the fact that she says she's always singing about "the same damn guy" who she'll always love, no matter what. Something about that commitment reminds me of a previous version of myself. Previous.

Speaking of summer, I'm completely irked by its arrival. Well it isn't fully here yet, so let's just call it "its tentative knocking on the door". Okay, there's nothing tentative about it, but back to the main point, it's irksome. I heartily dislike summer, as you've probably gathered from the previous post. I think I'm possibly the only one amongst my friends who isn't completely psyched about tanning and beaches and all that jazz. I'm already tan and beaches are filthy. And the heat? Ay dios mio, NO. Noooo. *pushes it away* I much prefer biting cold or relentless rain. Rain. *insert sigh of content here*

It rained today, quite a bit. Absolutely beautiful! I drove all the way to uni and sat in my car in the parking lot, waiting for it to be 10 AM, so I can get to class. Then I realised that the weather was too lovely to waste away in classrooms, and decided to go rain-chasing. Rain-chasing? Oh, that's just a term I invented. It drizzled a little bit on my way to uni, so I decided my time would be MUCH better spent, chasing the rain. Yeah, it's not as sophisticated an explanation as you'd like it to be. *giggles to self* I went from area, to area, going on different roads, trying to find where the rain was. Some areas were rewarding, others completely disappointing. But that, paired with music ranging from Nirvana to the likes of Lana, was actually quite entertaining.

I tweeted about my plans for the day earlier, and my friend responded by saying that there was no such thing as "aimless driving about", that sooner or later, you'd always end up in the supermarket. And he was actually correct, my journey did in fact end up at the supermarket to get my ice-cream fix! Sorcery, I know.

Pralines and Cream heaven, not a terrible start to the weekend. Hope you guys have a good one! x

- Lilo.

Crazeballs

That's my current favourite word. I feel like it accurately portrays the alarmingly high level of sophistication I possess. Crazeballs. Except if it's paired with "totes", not even I can handle that.


Today, I'm going to list a few things I hate. It's only a few things, really.


*insert sweet, misleading smile here*

• When people make excessively huge deals about their birthdays. Calm your ducking tips. (censored, obviously.) I feel very nice for saying WHEN people do that, and not saying that I hate the people themselves.

• The number 5. Looks like a knocked-up ho. And no numbers should come after 4, as it is perfect in every way.

• Seafood. It all tastes like rubber, as does halloum. Yeah, I also hate cheese.

• Self-proclaimed "Grammar Nazis" with poor grammar. Yes, this time I'm actually hating on the people. Claiming that you're a grammar nazi doesn't magically elevate your level of intelligence, or whatever it is you're going for.. it just makes you look like twice the douchebag when you fuck something up.

• When people leave spaces before question/exclamation marks. Are you questioning the space? Is there something particularly exciting about the space? EXPLAIN THE SIGNIFICANCE OF THE SPACE, PLEASE.

• The colour yellow. I always associate it with sick people, and it makes me sad.

• Excessively cheerful people before noon. No, just no. Which brings me to my next thing, the sun. I heartily dislike the sun.

• "Group projects". Yeah, me. All me, and I have to share the satisfaction of presenting an excellent project with bimbos who can't even spell my last name. Which is written on the cover page of everything *I* hand in on behalf of the "group". Yeah.

• Sundays. Self-explanatory.

Ha. Told you it'd only be a few things. Trust me, I have WAY more.

P.S. The electricity just went out in the entire house for no apparent reason, fun stuff.

- Lilo.