For The Rest Of Our Lives

YFC Cluster, '09. Ty, Bonez and Jess.
The house we built in 10 minutes with 15 straws and 3 pieces of tape.

Song: Breathe Me
Artist: SIA
Album: Colour The Small One

My mood swings are tragically confusing.

After writing that previous blog entry with suppressed fury, I decided to kill some time by playing Mafia Wars on Facebook. Seriously addicted to the game, and did some general net-surfing.

After a while, I clicked the blogger tab and decided to re-read the angry entry and... I didn't realise that it was really mean. Why did I type that? But I'm not going to discard it, I tried to get a point across. Maybe one day, when my moods decide to swing again, I'll probably go back to re-read the angry entry and I'll be like "Hell yeah! That's what I'm talking 'bout!" And then play Mafia Wars.

I've realised how much of a monotonous person I really am, I'm hardly as vivacious as I used to be. I don't know about you but I find that a little saddening that I'm starting to become boring. But that's how it is, I don't know if anyone can be funny for the rest of their lives.

It's funny how most people appear to be much more different on their blogs. I'm tedious while writing, though I'm extravagantly loud in real life. How about you?

Off to practice I go.