Have you ever wondered who you really are? And not the ‘OMG I’m going to rot away just staring at the computer screen all day, I should go get a job’ sort of way. I’m talking about proper confusion (I’m not schizophrenic, btw. I totally don’t see ghosts- don’t mind me).
I don’t know how to properly describe myself anymore. One moment I’m a damn saint, offering my prize toffee to little kids and all. The other, I’m staring at everyone as if I want to lock them up in a basement just for asking me why I’m angry.
So… I present…MY MOODS:
Sad me 😦
And what I hate the most is when I make promises feeling all kind and happy and bubbly…then regretting that promise a minute later, feeling like the Grinch. Sometimes I honestly don’t feel happy unless I’m arguing with somebody. Sigh.
I might not know who I really am, but there’s something always present. Whatever the situation, I make jokes. Stuck in hell? No problem, the devil has a sense of humor, right? Maybe he likes blonde jokes… Had a case of diarrhoea in front of everyone? Pfftt. Poo jokes are acceptable during any moment!
Another thing…I HATE modern things. I hate modern cars. Faceless things. Give me a ‘Stang any day! I hate modern music. Die in a hole, modern music (oops. This is one of my angry moments, isn’t it?)! Led Zeppelin rules! Yet, wherever I am, so is my iPad. I love Photoshop and Sony Vegas, and I enjoy new TV shows. WHAT THE HELL DO I LIKE (yup, definitely one of my angry moments).
If you excuse me, audience, I’ll be on my bed watching One Born Every Minute (what?).