BUT..

• I’m reading Robert Kirkman’s book ‘The Walking Dead: The rise of the governor’ and it won’t let me sleep. FUCKING AMAZING.
• I just tweeted Norman Reedus a really cute picture I found online. Wonder if he ever gets to see it…
• My body is aching because of the ‘100 workout’ I did today. Who invented that workout?! Why do I feel like it’s going to make me lose all my weight? :P
• Thinking of maybe downloading Downtown Abbey…
• The way I blog now kinda reminds me of James Deen’s blog. (Not that I ever visited that blog, cmon. www.jamesdeenblog.com)
• I am laying in bed right now wondering if those girls in porn actually like what they’re doing or are they just doing it for money?
• What time is my call time tomorrow?

OH RIGHT, 8 AM. Fuck. Goodnight.

Tumblr is fucking with me. My previous blog post was posted 4 TIMES. CMON, I’M NOT THAT NARCISSISTIC.

But I don’t see who reblogged/liked them. Is this happening to anyone else?

I think everyone goes through a time when they can’t decide where to go, where to be and what to do. I’m in that place now. And this is actually quite embarrassing to admit, but I don’t know where I’m going. I feel so directionless. I know what I want to do, but doing it requires too much and I’m weak.

Should I go left, should I go right or should I make a U-turn, perhaps? Or maybe just collide with someone else and crash? The world is moving and I can’t keep up.

I know I have to be strong about this but here I am, crying. I know I’m not even making sense right now, but that’s the way I want it to be. Nonsensical.

THIS.

And I’m not just saying this because I’m a Britney fan. I like Lady Gaga’s music and I respect her, but now she seems a bit too weird for my taste.

(via nightscomingfast)

HAPPENS TO ME ALL OF THE TIME. Also when I hear a word too much, it starts to be useless to me in a way. Weird.

(Source: poundcakeandsorbet, via somuchmorethanthis)

So my mom, aunt and I arrived early in church today. There were only a few people there since it was only 6:15 then and mass wasn’t scheduled to start till after 15 minutes.

2 rows in front of me was a guy - tall, well-built, tan. I was looking at his back and picturing that he looked somewhat like Randy Orton because of the way the lights inside the church shined on his skin. I also figured that he must be a foreigner because I haven’t seen anyone from the Philippines with skin like that. I promised that I wouldn’t leave church without seeing his face.

Anyway, I forgot about him when mass started. However when it was time to give other the sign of peace, I unknowingly glanced at his direction. Instead of seeing the Randy Orton look-a-like that I had hoped he would be, I saw a middle-aged man with a moustache that’s probably the same age as my father.

Then I got disgusted with myself.

Never, ever again will I check guys while I’m in church. NEVER. Lesson learned, I will have eyes only for my boyfriend. Uh-huh.