Tuesday, September 28, 2010

Leaden.

From UrbanDictionary.com (my favourite definition):

Sarah - Means "princess" in hebrew. Sarahs are fun to be around and don't care what others think about them. They are loyal and trustworthy and have a good sense of humor. They are bold, brave, and attractive, but certainly not perfect (then again who is?). Overall you'll want to spend your time with them and get to know them better. You learn things about yourself through them and appreciate having them in your life. Still, don't be fooled, they can have an attitude if they don't agree with something. Mostly it's sarcasm so either accept the remarks or just ignore them.

Thanks for making me feel a bit better about myself, UrbanDictionary, and, indirectly, MLIA. I just wish my favourite site wasn't down at the moment...

I hate this rollercoaster of emotions. I'll ride the highs of rugby, magic and gymnastics then slam down into the lows of...the rest of my life. I'm so tired.

P.s. Didn't mean for this post to be so emo. But I just am not happy right now. So deal with it.

|Basking @| 12:27 AM|

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Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Galloping Galleons!

Even though I have no more income and I'm slowly growing broke...I still fed my growing obsession by blowing another $90 on becoming part of the wizarding world. O.o Hello bread, meet water. Get used to being around each other cos you'll be spending the next month or so together.

I'm not sure if I need therapy but I do know what I want for my birthday. A time turner or Hogwarts essentials...in Ravenclaw colours of course. A brilliant wizard once said,"It is not our actions but our choices that make us who we truly are" and although I have been told that I belong in Hufflepuff or Gryffindor, I believe I am a true Ravenclaw. Cos I'm smarter than the average bear.

I am going to save $400 to bring to America to spend on magical artefacts. My luggage is going to need to come with an Expansion spell.

|Basking @| 2:58 AM|

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Tuesday, September 14, 2010

To Dance Again.

I need a little more conversation, a little less talk. A little more running, a little less walk. I need the company of more than a glowing screen and more than my dreams.

I don't particularly like being passive aggressive but my aggression is reserved for the pitch. And now  for my volley of blunted barbs.

I wasn't hopeful at first but people were encouraging and optimistic about it happening, you included. And so I dared to hope as well. Too bad for me. Now, unprepared and defenses crumbling, I'm getting too tired to fight. Maybe I need more mental skills training. Then I wouldn't need you so much anymore.

There. Not so much a cathartic explosion as a little leak in the gas pipe of frustration. But my tank is rarely full anyway. Time to turn into the ever welcoming arms of my solace from reality: a boy with brilliant green eyes and a shock of untidy, dark hair; hair that hides an unusual scar on his forehead...

Wit beyond measure is Man's greatest treasure. Does intelligence intimidate you?

|Basking @| 8:15 PM|

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