What day it is?

 

I really didn’t know what to write in my title.

Hello reader. Perhaps you’re wondering: “What the hell am I doing, reading this guy’s journal?” or maybe “What is this shit?!”. Well, shortly explained, this here WAS my way of saying: “Hello world, my life is awesome and I’d like to share it with you”. You know, what everyone was doing back in the days (2 years ago). Now, all I see is tumblr, facebook and bunch of other faggotry. I’ve been inactive with blogger for a long time now.

I may be a little hypocritical because I, myself, used facebook, but honestly the only reason I used it was because some people just “refuse” to use MSN messenger.  And no, I’m not going to complain about facebook or other crap that you might be expecting. That would be too easy and “unoriginal” (I say unoriginal because………fuck you, I don’t know where I was going with this").

 

What I AM going to write about are just some random stuff from my life. If you aren’t interested, you can close this tab right away, I wouldn’t mind, I’m writing this mostly for myself anyway.

 

First of, it’s goddamn 8:15am while I’m writing this. I’m guessing by the time I’m finished it would be around 8something. And as you may presume, I don’t get up that early. I’ve yet again switched day for night. Sleeping during the day, doing unproductive things at night.

I have two justifications for that.

1. It’s more quieter during the night (i.e. 3am). Seriously. I love peace and quiet when I’m alone. Meaning, I don’t want no one bothering me while I pwn some nolifers (sarcasm) in Team Fortress 2. Heh, just kidding, I don’t immerse myself in gaming as I used to when I was younger. Althou I like to play a couple of hours when I’m in the mood.

2. What the hell is wrong with me, why can’t I go back to sleeping at night. Cheezus, I like sunlight! I like nice sunny weather and clouds! I want to go back to sleeping at night.

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oh wait, I realized that it’s been a shitty weather for months now. Excluding the 2 days of sunshine earlier these past few days because the streets were still suffering from the horrors of winter. So yeah, my response to cold weather and shitty clouds is…well, sleeping. If I see those grim skies, my mood shifts from awesome to not so awesome.

 

By now I’ve completely forgotten what I was gonna write in the first place.

Oh yeah! Well, people who will read this will most likely be from my MSN contacts list. I’ve recently been deleting a lot of people from there. Reason: I don’t want to keep people who I don’t talk to, who annoy me in some reason and who are just too “unfriendly” to talk to.

Keep in mind that if you’re reading this, you’re obviously not deleted nor I plan to delete you.

 

You’re probably tired from this wall of text, are you?

It’s not easy for me to write it either.

 

That’s because I have a flu, cold, virus, whatever you want to call it. I’ve been feeling it coming for days now. The coughs, the sneezes. But today, I feel very, very weak. You know what’s that like, right? Of course you do, everyone’s been sick at least at one point in their life. Why the hell am talking like I’m a Mr. Know it all, or as if I’m a good writer. I’m not. The reason you’re probably reading all of this is because you’re wondering if Fernando will ever get his girl Marianela, and if their mother in law will allow for their wedding, because it’s been rumored that they’re brother and sister, but in fact they are not, it’s just that someone switched babies when they were born.  Ahhhh, you gotta low soap operas. The only tv show in the planet where they hold the Guinness world of records for most fake tears usage.

No, that’s not actually true, althou I might google it afterwards to check it.

 

Mh, yes, the cold. I got off subject.

I can hardly walk and sometimes I feel like a zombie when I do. It quite sucks to be sick. Not that anyone would actually want to get sick on purpose. That man would be having some sick issues (awful pun intended).

 

Another thing.

These days, you gotta be very selective about your friends. I’m not saying it’s a bad thing to have many “friends”, it’s just that, how many REAL friends can you count on your fingers? I’m betting it doesn’t precede the number 5 on your left hand that is currently on your face. Gottcha there didn’t I?

“Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer”. That’s bullshit. If someone’s my enemy, I don’t even want to hear his name be mentioned. I say: “Keep your REAL friends close, and tell your enemies to fuck off”

The quote up there about “enemies closer”, is somewhat true thou. IF YOU’RE ON A FUCKING BATTLEFIELD.

I’m a lover, not a fighter. My plan in life is to enjoy it as much as I can. After all, as I heard it in a song “We only got one life. So you better live free. You have to take control, of your own destiny.” so you best not be wearing a frown. =3

 

I have more things to say about friendships and some things about other things that affect some more things about things…………things dude, you know what I mean(!), but this wall of text is turning into a shit load of text. So I’ll be bidding you a farewell for now, reader.

 

If you’re interested to read more or if you hated/liked what I’m writing, leave a comment on my msn chat window (doesn’t matter if I’m offline or not, I’ll read it for sure).