Yup. This is it. I'm starting my own blog. I don't know why I suddenly got this urge to write down "the story of my life", and it's actually a stupid thought. I don't have a life. Well, that is not quite true. I do what people do, I go to school, work and if I have some extra time I hang out with my friends. So I guess that doesn't make me anymore interesting than enyone else.
Here are some "issues" I'm trying to deal with at the moment:
1.I love my boyfriend Benjamin, but that doesn't keep me from thinking way too much about my best friend Brian (please, don't think i'm a horrible person. i'm 100% faithful, it's just my thoughts that stray sometimes..)
2.I'm going on a cruise with my classmates. Brian is one of them. We're gonna sleep in the same hotel room. Just the two of us..
3.I don't know if I have taken enough classes so that I will be able to write my finals next year.
4.I hate my work!! (but i need the money *greedy*)
Today i went with Liv to a japanese restaurant. We both love japanese culture and everything about Japan. She has actually been there, which makes me a bit jealous.. Well, anyways, there was this old lady who spoke perfect japanese, and she told us the story of her life (how she was born there and lived there for 18 years and blahdiblah..). Otherwise it was nice listening to her, but she was old and forgot all the time what she'd said and told everything twice.
Ben's classmates are terribly curious about us two. I don't know how it all started, but it seems like they have nothing else to gossip about. I might be the fact that he is the only boy on the class that makes them so crazy. Anyway, they are interrogating him all the time and they're really thrilled that they have seen pics of me and seen me irl. Of course they all happened to sit behind a window next to the entrance of Ben's school, when I tried to open the door. I didn't see them because it was so bright outside and of course the door was locked and I pulled it like a maniac. I made a great first impression.. -_-'
Now I really should do my homework.. I have a whole religion project that I haven't done. Better get started. The teacher hates me, and only because I speak my mind. Guess she prefers the air-head bimbos that she can manipulate to think her way. Well, it isn't my problem as long as I get good grades! ^^
