As none of you would have realized, 01. is not present in my blog, because a certain someone, *ahem*Dienta*ahem* read it and bugged me about it and freaking about everything (a.k.a "John" possibly finding out and just going like, what? Even though he won't because I don't... really know him). So, I took it down.
I'll give a brief update on the whole crush thing, though.
First of all, I think I'm over it? Of course I am. It was pretty much a very virtual-istic and basically superficial crush. I liked the idea of him, the idea I had of him, so yeah. But, I'll still admit, any day and time, that he's cute, but I'm not looking for a relationship. Not with him, not with anyone, really.
I'm, essentially, a child. And though many, many people find love or date people at the age of 15, I'd like to just... not? At least not now. Maybe in a few years. Maybe I'm not even single by choice and I'm just lying to myself and everyone else on the interwebs in order to protect my poor feelings.
But yeah. Over him. Over wanting a relationship right now. In the future, probably, yeah.
Thing is, I'm looking for someone to coexist with. Someone to just be silent with, to exist comfortably around. You must understand me? I just want someone to not have to explain most things with but choose to explain random weird things you really wonder about when you're daydreaming or just thinking about the "greater scheme of things" or just about things like--am I the only idiot that didn't realize 马来西亚 literally translate into Malay coming into West Asia? Or, you know, someone to ramble angrily about your political ideologies with, or hash out some serious Team Cap vs. Team Tony business. The kind of stuff you want to rant about and be ranted back to.
I don't even know what I'm saying, It's nearly midnight and I'm an early sleeper. My thighs are sweating against the plastic chair I'm sitting on, my third cup of black cherry tea has gone cold and so has the water in my kettle, and I'm ready for bed. I've been trying to re-watch Moana with my shitty campus internet and my back is sore and I'm tired.
Man, I've been throwing myself into weird activities. It's not really a lot of activities in the grand scheme of things but it sure is comparatively, in comparison to my past self, who is pretty much just inactive when it comes to "extra curriculum".
So, good night. I actually had a more interesting, ranty blog about my complicated PSY105 course but I got my results back and I got a B+ so I'm less petty and angry about it. I might complete it and post it just to record my emotions, though.
Love,
Claudia
I'll give a brief update on the whole crush thing, though.
First of all, I think I'm over it? Of course I am. It was pretty much a very virtual-istic and basically superficial crush. I liked the idea of him, the idea I had of him, so yeah. But, I'll still admit, any day and time, that he's cute, but I'm not looking for a relationship. Not with him, not with anyone, really.
I'm, essentially, a child. And though many, many people find love or date people at the age of 15, I'd like to just... not? At least not now. Maybe in a few years. Maybe I'm not even single by choice and I'm just lying to myself and everyone else on the interwebs in order to protect my poor feelings.
But yeah. Over him. Over wanting a relationship right now. In the future, probably, yeah.
Thing is, I'm looking for someone to coexist with. Someone to just be silent with, to exist comfortably around. You must understand me? I just want someone to not have to explain most things with but choose to explain random weird things you really wonder about when you're daydreaming or just thinking about the "greater scheme of things" or just about things like--am I the only idiot that didn't realize 马来西亚 literally translate into Malay coming into West Asia? Or, you know, someone to ramble angrily about your political ideologies with, or hash out some serious Team Cap vs. Team Tony business. The kind of stuff you want to rant about and be ranted back to.
I don't even know what I'm saying, It's nearly midnight and I'm an early sleeper. My thighs are sweating against the plastic chair I'm sitting on, my third cup of black cherry tea has gone cold and so has the water in my kettle, and I'm ready for bed. I've been trying to re-watch Moana with my shitty campus internet and my back is sore and I'm tired.
Man, I've been throwing myself into weird activities. It's not really a lot of activities in the grand scheme of things but it sure is comparatively, in comparison to my past self, who is pretty much just inactive when it comes to "extra curriculum".
So, good night. I actually had a more interesting, ranty blog about my complicated PSY105 course but I got my results back and I got a B+ so I'm less petty and angry about it. I might complete it and post it just to record my emotions, though.
Love,
Claudia
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