Procrastination

Hey! it's 1:48am and I have no idea in how to finish this MASSIVE assigment. Yes, it's for tomorrow and yup, I decided to take the time to write about my problem instead of SOLVING THE PROBLEM. The thing is that I just need to relax and think of someway to finish all the things I was supposed to do during the weekend, but guess what? I'm the most vivid example of the consequences of procrastinating. Anyways, let's talk about something more interesting. Honestly, I don't know if there's someone out there who would actually waste some precious time and read this, or any, of my posts. I was reading the only two posts that I wrote like a hundred years ago, and I actually enjoyed reading the "lady in pink" (even though things ended up badly with that Josh guy) I really think it was a silly thing to do, and you can say that I'm pretty silly too. The worst part is that it seems that the post was written by a 15 year old, or someone with really high levels of serotonine and dopamine, and I feel reaaaally embarassed about that 'cuz I'm actually 22 and I have always considered myself "mature" (although, I LOVE playing videogames and watching some cartoons) anyways, I guess I'm gonna try to post more freacuently about things that won't make a difference in the world and that nobody would ever read, but it gives a sense of "open up to world". Ok, it's 2:00am and I decided that there's no use in trying to complete my homework if I can't find the inspiration needed to do so. Good night procrastinating me! remember to stop wasting your oh very precious time in these kind of things and STUDY HARDER if you ever want to help people with your knowledge and pass on that knowledge.

The lady in pink

People always say everything turns pink when you're in love. I never experienced that "pink effect" until I got to know "him". His name is Josh. We knew each other since we were kids, but we were never closer than friends, we just knew each other. I always kinda liked him, and we had some "I like you too" moments while we were still kids. Time flew by and a 18 years old me sprained her ankle in a camp. He helped me out a lot during that time. I guess it was there that I started to like him, months passed and we kept in touch (so much more than usual). Months later he told me liked me. My cheeks were burning red, everything was so surreal. That was the time when the story began, and lady in pink too.

Hi there!

Hey there! It's 11:44pm right now and I can't sleep (haha). I just had this crazy idea of starting a blog, even though I have no idea of what to write about, I can tell you that I been having this "feeling" of writing some thoughts and things in my mind that never turned into actions or words. (Ramdom time; It started raining right now~) It's time I go to sleep. Blog with you next time (: