Black Rose

"How do one, describe a rose? Not unlike those, who burns their love, but those who do, will find a rose, black with soot."

Thursday, April 25, 2013

The Regular Shake of Pepper, Salt and a Little Sugar

So, hey people and bloggers! It's been four months since I've written anything. It's not just I had not the time, but I have simply got other things to do...

Hmm so to start, maybe a little overview of my life so far?

It's been...tasteless maybe. If life was a pot of soup boiling over, it would be. I have not received any hot significant spices, just the regular shake of pepper, salt and a little sugar now and then. But not significant enough to be mentioned...they're sometimes a little too subtle to be noticed.

So boring right?

As for school, I have finally gotten some motivation to work and study harder to achieve my desired major. I need to nail this. I NEED TO DO THIS.

Internship got me all thinking, and after the interview with the doctors, I realized I have only one year to make this right, to do this right. And I have no intention to withdraw. I will go through snow and wind and ice and rain and fire and stones and swords! HELL YESSSSS.

Speaking of that, I only have one year and a few months left before leaving for university! So much time has passed...since I was that small, a little woe-begone, timid person I left a long while ago. I don't know if i have improved, but I have certainly changed. I wish to change to a better person, even if it means leaving my comfort area.

Yes well it's never easy.

By the way, I have started to read Lord of the Rings. Maybe my passion for Adventure Time (of which I'd like to say thank you to Alay for getting me into it) had caused me to do this. I have never watched or read it before. LoTR, I mean. Ridiculous isn't it? A bookworm's not a bookworm if they haven't read it before. At least that's what I tell myself. I found a copy in Kino last week, and it's really heavy cuz it's three-in-one book. The cover keeps bending and the spine is curving outwards...badly. I feel like crying (nah, but you know what I mean) because I can't seem to hurt it while I'm reading it. Hurting books are bad. Really bad.

BAD.

I MEAN IT.

Tootles!


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