Last Post of 2011

Hello. It's New year's Eve today. And i hope you are doing something worthwhile to celebrate the end of a year cause I'm not. Im doing absolutely nothing. I wanted to think of a list of resolutions for the coming year but I concluded that I have no resolve so I gave up.  Made up another list instead. 

I am currently matching celebrities who I think should potentially date and being very oblivious to my own lack of a love life. or any sort of life. 

I mentioned before that I would distract myself with imaginary boyfriends right? But it turns out my imaginary boyfriend has a girlfriend in reality.  I am actually sad that my imaginary boyfriend who isn't my boyfriend has a girlfriend.  I don't know if this feeling of hurt and betrayal is even legit.

Downward Spiral.

I hate the holidays. You feel more lonely than ever. Like if it wasn't a holiday and I was alone I wouldn't feel lonely. I would feel like I'm having  solitude. But cause its the holidays and there are all these expectations you feel an overwhelming feeling of loneliness. Like something's missing. 

Peas. Hate the holidays. 

Your Head Will Collapse

where is my mind.....

20

I just turned 20. Which has a significant meaning though others beg to differ. To me 20 is the beginning of the end. You cant have an excuse to be childish or immature anymore which makes turning 20 monumental and very very very depressing. Being 20 also makes me realize how I have wasted the teenage years of my life.  Bottom line is I hate turning 20.  But since I cant beat the biological clock acceptance is the only way.

So to kickoff the big 2-0. I HAVE MY DIET PLAN.
-no more bubble tea
-no more mcdelivery/twister fries
-no more soft drinks/sweetened beverages (with the exception of diet snapple)
-major stretching exercises in the morning and night
-hula hooping everyday
-situps twice a day

I am prepping my body.

Bulletproof... I wish I was.

Hi. It suddenly dawned upon me as I was wandering around town ruminating about my very pathetically unromantic life that I havent been writing on this space for a while. I feel weird calling the space a "blog". Makes me feel like I am one of those twits that take self cams and post photos about every single event that goes on in their lives. like a trip to the dentist or like what they ate that morning. GOD. But then again I'm probably being stereotype as another one of those hipster wannabe tumblr blogger. But even then I feel more comfortable with that title than the twit one.

Anyway, how are my 2 or maybe even non-existent readers?  I just spent 2 hrs of my life walking around trying to find clothes to buy but there's only a shitload of nothing. Like the only thing I got during this trip is a rude awakening and a subway wrap. The rude awakening being my unmoving fats. I know. Same old, same old.  But I have a plan. That involves situps hulahooping and a lot of not eating.

I hate that I care so much about that stupid boy. I have decided I will use my break to dissolve any kind of romantic feelings I have for the boy and just concentrate on imaginary boyfriends.  That sounded so pathetic that it was painful to write.  I HAVE NO LIFE.

Okay. I'm going to get back to watching masterchef(!!!)

Peas and Burps.