Suhmuhr

'.... And even after all that, we stayed together. I was always there to tell him he's a hopeless loser and he'd laugh, and he was always there to tell me I'm a total psycho and I'd laugh; because inside, we knew. We're both crazy.... And perfect for one another.'

How's that????? It just came to me as I was brushing my hair... I don't want to be all boastful and stupid and all... But it makes me feel all warm inside.. :p
I'd love to put it in some novel of mine... Some day... *sighs*

Anyway... Since a lot (and I mean a LOT), has been happening lately... How bout I update you?

1. Summer!!!!!! The vacations have FINALLY  begun!!!! YES!!!!! But I  have like... a gazillion projects... So I'll probably die soon.

2. The jam was FABULOUS!!!!!! Oh. My. God. It was perfect!!! Much better than the one the last year's 9ths (this year's 10ths) organised... mwaahahahahha:p The turn out was just... Overwhelming. The hall looked like a freaking OCEAN of heads all smiling and waving their glow-band clad arms. The music was epic. The food was... Overpriced... :D But it was probably the best jam ever... And I've been to quite a few so I'm qualified to judge... Of course this was my first ever SENIOR jam... It's weird calling myself a senior.. :) It feels sorta.... Great.

3. The sleepover I attended with my two best friends after that was... Fun. I guess. We didn't really do much. Just stared at the laptop screen. We did take some cool pictures though. I guess after the jam we were exhausted and everything else seemed kind of dull after such an exuberant affair :p We had breakfast downstairs... So it was kinda like a picnic. Something which we haven't done in centuries... :D

 Since today's just the second day of summer... There can't be all that much yet... But it's definitely off to an E-P-I-C start. Oh yeah... My friend and I started this blog (it was my idea... but we're both into it:p ) to do lots of random crap on the internet... If you're interested... Check it out!
Just click on the link: hystericalhermitsunited.blogspot.in .
We haven't posted that much yet... But it'll be a pretty entertaining blog once we get the hang of both of us using the same id... And now that we have more time to waste... It'll get pretty clouded with posts... :)

Anyway... Listen to Just Give Me a Reason by P!nk... It's nice... Though the video scared me a bit.

Alvida,
Squish.

Mixed Reviews

Only 4 days left till school ends. Correction: 2 and a half!!! Wednesday's a holiday and Friday's a half day (school only till 10:30... Which basically means we won't be doing anything)!!! YES!! I can't dare to BELIEVE it!! I mean, ninth started like... Half a second ago:p But to dampen our spirits, the teachers have started piling on the fabulous holiday homework... Seems like our one and half months of pure, unadulterated bliss is gonna be severely tampered with.. Bleah.

I just read that Nathan (Of the WANTED and not of that One Tree Hill that every living soul I know seems to be addicted to) had surgery because his larynx went dysfunctional. It's so SAD. Right this moment I can sort of relate to him... (Not that I had hemorrhaging vocal cords or anything) but my voice is totally hoarse from screaming at the Kho match today. And my legs feel like bits of wood. I hate it when my voice goes all zonked... I can't sing!! I sound like some raspy old washing machine and it PAINS me. Of course, my problem shall be cured when I'm asleep... But poor Nathan (apparently) can't talk properly for about a month... Right after his birthday. That sucks. He has an amazing voice.... I'm not gonna start cyber-screaming about how awesome The Wanted are... Rest assured:) OHMIGAWD THE WANTED ARE AWESOME!!!!! 

Ha:) That was just to be annoying:p I don't quite know why I write like someone is actually reading my blog with interest... I mean... Who is actually bored enough to read the bored musings of some random teenager who gets depressed at the drop of a hat?? I dunno.... But I love thinking that there's someone out there who's interested... 

Anyway... Has anyone read about all the horrible rape cases that are being brought to light in India? A five-year-old was raped. A FIVE-YEAR-OLD for crying out loud!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH HUMANITY???? Who is that freaking SICK!!! Now there are these big debates all the time about the punishments for these rapists... All the time...  On NDTV, CNN, Times Now, etc etc etc... But is that seriously gonna stop these people? Pass bills all you want but the mindsets of the people need to changed. All the uproar is great... It shows that there are people who know what's right. But does it truly effect the thoughts of a rapist, whose judgement is clouded by the foulest of fantasies... ?? Personally, I don't think so. But these protests are a start. There is no point in sitting stupidly and denouncing the angry mob; An action is better than nothing, eh? 

It's getting pretty late... 10:58 to be precise.... I need to be awake in school for the Hindi test tomorrow... So  I'd better go... 

Try reading 'Class' by Jane Beaton and 'I am The Messenger' by Markus Zusak... They're pretty fantastic. Especially the second one. (The author... Shame on you if you haven't realized.... Wrote 'The Book Thief' which is a necessity. Seriously. ) Speaking of thieves.... You should totally read 'The Thief Lord' by Cornelia Funke. That was BEAUTIFUL. I cried. 

Okay now I really need to go...

Alvida,

Squish.

Change... :)

Hey:)
I just came back from school. Another crazy day. I was feeling pretty down until I realized just how stupid I must be sounding every time I go all "My life sucks and I wish I could just die" etc etc etc. I mean, seriously. I have absolutely NO reason to declare myself miserable. Sure, at certain TIMES I'm allowed to feel like crap... But I can't act like I'm carrying the freaking world on my shoulders all the time. I mean, Get. Real. I don't want to sound preachy, but there are those who have zilch compared to me. They're waaaay less fortunate and yet they don't cyber-confess melodramatic trash like I do.
Agh. I'm beginning to feel ashamed of myself:)

Anyway. On a happier note.... I'll tell you some stuff about school.
Our annual senior JAM session is coming up really soon. The 9th's always in charge of organizing this event from scratch. *scratch scratch*. Okay. Not funny :p
So this jam... Basically for those who think it's Just A Minute or some other random extempore speech nonsense... That ain't it!!! Here, we DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY, LIVE OUR LIVES AND STAY YOUNG ON THE FLOOR!!!! Omg I can't waiiiittt!!!!!! We started making posters for it a little while back... And Jeez I came home every time with glitter in my HAIR (yuch) and glue splattered all over my clothes. That was truly disgusting. But still, making posters to put up in different schools is loads of fun... Being an art girl, I get to do the main designing and stuff... fun :) Soon a bunch of us will be allowed to go and put these up in the other schools. Around 30 schools are invited. 30!!! Holy hell!! It's the senior jam which means 8-12 standards, so we get to stick our nose in the air and wave away the miserable 7th standees begging us to lower the age limit. It's quite exhilarating really:)
Most of the people I know have already decided outfits to wear... I usually don't decide till two or three days before... My parents are clever enough not to buy me a new outfit for every occasion like most of the brats in my school do... I usually just mix up a bunch of things, put on a load of kohl like I always do, and set out. I dunno why, but I simply love dressing like a goth. It's my constant thing. I always have kajal or eyeliner  on and I'd be happy to have only black, grey, purple, white and deep blue clothes in my closet. But of course, I can't. Still, I wear more black than the average kid. So I guess I'll just dress in black or grey this time and unleash the eyeliner pencil!!! Mwahahaha!!!!
Sorry:) Just had a tall cup of coffee:p:p Caffeine is just such a... Heightening agent... If you get what I mean... I love Coffee <3
Anyway... I have tuts in a little less than 2 hours so I'm not worried.... I can sit here and type away to glory.
Today was our chem test!!! It went well!!!! I can't believe it!!! I'm a complete failure at chem!!! It STILL went well!!! AAHHH!!!! Okay I should stop my rant... :D But still.... I was lucky as hell... There was a question with something to do with "normal temperature". Now I had absolutely no clue what that was. And without it there was no way of solving the sum.... So I was pretty much screwed. But then I just guessed it to be 273 Kelvin and I was right!!! Now that I'm looking back on it...It was pretty obvious... How illogical could I get... :p But still... A good chem test is a great way to start off the week!! :)
Ugghhh.... I need to go have a bath... I have this terrible cold and I've been sniffling like I've inhaled chilly powder....  Believe me, it ain't pretty:) And now I've got to take a bath. Ick.

Today's suggestions:

1. Pitch Perfect- movie ( I'm obsessed with this cup-song this from there... Check it out!!! It's called 'Cups' by Anna Kendrick... The song is When I'm Gone... By these people called Lulu and the Lampshades... pretty innovative huh? :p)

2.  Exodus- Julie Bertagna 

I hate you... You hate me

I'm feeling so angry. SO angry. I could rip up my room curtains. To shreds. I'm seething with rage. I'm literally RIGID with rage. I've never been this freaking ANGRY before in my LIFE. I really need a vent for my anger. My fingers are like... Shaking. It's just so UNFAIR. So f*****g unfair. I really don't know what to do. I've never felt this much venom and yet vulnerable before. I want to curl up and cry and I wanna go out there and beat someone up. But yet, here I sit, typing away about my solitary existence. At least I'm feeling slightly better. I'm gonna go ahead and spill about the recent crappy events...

1. I didn't get selected for Seeds of Peace. I went all the way to the last round and my friends were all so confident I'd get in. Then I didn't. I made the waiting list. I'm on HOLD. Like I'm calling to complain about bad plumbing or something. Everyone was all 'Dude you shouldn't be sad!! You made the waiting list!!! Out of all those kids, that's amazing!!' No one seemed to see me struggling out there. I was just in shock for a bit. I had been saying continuously since the interview that I mustn't get complacent. But listening to all these people reassuring me that I'd get in, well, heck, after a point it gets to you. All my life, I've truly, never faced too many rejections or failures. I guess this is part of the path... But it still hurt like shit. I guess there still is hope that I might get in. But that is if someone's stupid enough to drop out. I mean, come ON. Who drops out of Seeds?? Unless it's something really serious, I don't any of the kids will. And so it sucks for me. But there are positives to this whole not-being-chosen thing. But since right now I'm feeling FAR from positive, I ain't gonna recount any of those.

2. Math test happened. I got an 'A'. I had been expecting better. I know this sounds REALLY lame, but the test went so well, I thought I'd get very close to a 100%. But of course the non-existent providence ruling our crappy lives just HAS to have a mood swing. So half an hour after I get my Seeds news, I'm confronted with this Mathematical Misfortune. I guess at that point all this misery just got compounded and I ran to the bathroom, locked myself in and cried softly for five whole minutes.

3. My parents aren't the most considerate folks at all times.

4. I get a terrible cold that makes me feel like CRAP. And then I feel feverish and I feel the incessant need to throw something heavy or sharp, or both, at anyone who dares to look happy in my presence.

5. Chem test on Monday. Chem doesn't work for me. I really don't feel like studying Charles' Law and Boyle's Law. I mean, seriously. how is it gonna help me in my life??? Not to mention it's inescapably boring.

6. My hair resembles a black mesh of tangled thread.

7. My room is a war zone. ( I love anyone who thought of The Wanted's 'Warzone' after reading this line)

8. I'm seriously unfit.

9. I really REALLY want to start guitar lessons. I haven't and can't yet. I've been dying to learn the guitar since I was eight.

10. I think I'm unrecognized. I don't think people see me for who I am. The few who do, rock. But still, the point is, I want to be known for something I'm actually good at. Or like doing. Not something I'm good at without wanting to be good at, or by fluke. Like singing. I KNOW this sounds terribly conceited but so many people don't know that I love singing more than anything else in the world. Okay, I love food and books and writing equally.... But people don't know that either!!! There's a fixed person for each thing. You know, this one person who sings really loud and annoying songs all the time and makes everyone go NUTS. My close friends know I love singing and know that my larynx is one my most treasured possessions. But the others? They're part of my class too... And it all spirals back to the same thing. I don't have too many friends. The circumference of my friend circle is probably equal to that of a 1 rupee coin. (Which by the way is not particularly enormous). It's not that I don't sing all the time. I do. Every single waking moment. I'm just not as outgoing and daring as I wish I was. I kid myself all the time with 'I'm perfect the way I am' and stupid stuff to make me hold my chin up for important stuff. But this line doesn't have any proven long term effects. Zilch. Zip. Zero.

So that's a basic summary. Bleah. How bout I just progress to the suggestions section of my blog??

1. The Host- Stephanie Meyer (book)
2. Eve- Anna Carey (book)
3. Uglies- Scott Westerfeld (book 1 of a trilogy)
4. Paradise End- Elizabeth Liard (book)
5. Breath of Life- Florence and the Machine (song)
6. Round and Round- Imagine Dragons (song)
7. Re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-re-read the Harry Potter series. 

Enjoy:)

Alvida, Squish.

PS: I imagine all these people reading my blog like how fans do for celebrities. Hanging anxiously to every word. Shows I delusional I am.

My Heart Will Go... Off a Cliff

That. Did. Not. Just. Happen.
I just watched The film Remember Me. Why did I do it? WHY??? Why did I have to finish studying history? More importantly, why, WHY would anyone ever create something as... as... GAAAHHH!!!!! It's like the film just reached in, pulled my heart out, hit it with a frying pan and speared it with a blunt butter knife four hundred times. How could ANYONE have such..... MORBID fantasies??? Why would anyone want to would the spectator so deeply that he/she feels.... Like how I'm feeling right this second.
I just really need to talk about it.... So if you, (not quite sure who, what with the ambiguity of blog viewers and all) have not seen and plan and doing so and thus getting your psyche scrambled... Don't read on cuz  this'll probably contain spoilers.
Ally and Tyler were made for each other!!! Both were quirky and book-loving. Both were daring and had traumatic pasts. Sure their relationship had a rocky beginning but HECK they fell in love. THEY FELL IN LOVE!!!!! Things were finally going perfectly.... Tyler and his dad were back on friendly terms, Tyler and Ally were happy together, Caroline was regaining her dad's attention, Aidan was just... Aidan, and then suddenly.... He dies.
Tyler just... dies. DIES. Who in the name of merlin's arse told him to do that????? one minute he's standing contentedly in his dad's office, and the next, he's D-E-A-D. The 9/11 attacks begin.... And the twin towers just.... Collapse into heaps of flaming rubble. To make it all worse, the camera pans on Micheal's diary!!!! I mean, BOTH the brothers die??? Seriously??? That's what you call a FILM????
Then there's Tyler's grave beside Micheal's. And Caroline leaves those pebble-thingies of her's on his. Aidan's working hard in the NYU, Caroline and her dad are all friendly and Ally's taking the subway again. She finally got over her fear. But to what??? Tyler's dead!!!! I know, I know, life must go on and all.... But this is a bloody movie, not LIFE!!!! We have enough of life to deal with as it is, without these asinine directors shoving real-life romantic trauma in our faces....
movies are made to make one feel GOOD. Not leave one in a weeping meringue of self-pity and misery. Like, come one!!! This is ridiculous!!! There are so many other movies that made me feel like that... Just like I'll never be whole again and a part of me just died. And I ain't talking no resurrection stones here. Oohh, and books... but there are way too many of those badly disturbing books.

1. The Boy in The Striped Pajamas. (movie and book)
2. The Diary of Anne Frank. (book)
3. PS I Love You. (movie and book)
4. The Fault in Our Stars. (book)
5. Ways to Live Forever. (book)
6. A Walk to Remember (movie)
7. Remember Me (movie)
8. Marley and Me. (movie and book)
9. The Bridge To Terabithia. (movie and book)
10. Titanic (DUH)

What were these people thinking???? Actually.... I totally love all of them.... I love them so much I hate them. I will re-re-re-re-re watch/read them and cry like a baby every single time. God, I'm awful.

Alvida, Squish.

Pressure

OHMIGOSH THE NINTH STANDARD IS SO FRIGGIN HECTIC!!!!! It's so tiring... There's so much to do!!!! There are tests every single week, insane amounts of homework and a frightening lot of Miscommunication. (I'm not quite sure if it's a word but it fits...:p)
Classes are tougher.
Teachers are weirder.
Classmates are meaner.
To cram it in a nutshell, I'm STRESSED.
I was experiencing some weird breathing problem where I kept having to take deep breaths... So I went to the doctor. Guess what he said???
I'm STRESSED! Well, No SHIT!!!!
I'm just gonna list the stuff that's making me go nuts at the present...

1. The WORK.
2. The responsibility.... Which I DETEST.
3. The feeling of not-belonging-anywhere-in-particular.
4. The feeling of not-having-an-aim-in-life.
5. The feeling that I'm-getting-FAT.
6. The feeling of insecurity. (Not that often... But yeah definitely.)
7. The feeling of being-forced-to-do-things-you-really-don't-wanna-do.
8. The temperature in my city.... Gosh I'm gonna MELT.
9. My feet.
10. The fact that I'm, for some MENTAL reason, on the school football team when I hate sweating, the sun,  wearing shoes, socks and moving.
11. My parents.
12. The feeling of not-being-able-to-trust-anyone.
13. The feeling that I'm-a-total-bitch-to-nice-people-without-realizing-it.
14. The feeling that people-really-don't-get-me.
15. The feeling that I-have-a-warped-sense-of-humor.
16. The feeling of being BLAMED all the time and all the time and.... Yeah.
17. The feeling that I'm watching too many emo movies and getting hyper about the things I'm not supposed to.

I think that's about half of it.... :p

But as I was writing these... I've started feeling strangely a bit better.... That's good right? So I've decided that I'll abandon my blog now and study history for the quiz tomorrow. Yuch.
Oh yyeeeaaahh..... I was thinking that every time I write a blog, I'll end with a song suggestion or movie suggestion or something suggestion.
Today's suggestion:
 MOVIE: The Vow.
SONG: Demons by Imagine Dragons.

Alvida, Squish.

At Long Last

            I just realized that my blogs have all been about me. All about MY feelings, MY thoughts, MY experiences. It just struck me how immensely selfish that is when my own country, is facing such devastation right now. Yesterday, there were twin blasts in the city of Hyderabad, Andhra Pradesh, killing fifteen people and injuring above a hundred people. Today, I'm leaving for a camp to New Delhi, Agra and Jaipur and when I saw the news on the TV last night, it wasn't just fear I felt, it was anger. Now don't think I've reverted back to talking about my feelings all over again.... This is the start of how pissed off the entire population of India is!!!
            A few months ago, a girl was raped brutally in New Delhi. After a lot of treatment, she succumbed to her injuries in a hospital in Singapore. That act of violence caused the stir India had been ignoring for so long and we all stood up together to face the terrible happenings in our country. There were silent candlelight vigils, peaceful riots and people were sent visiting schools and telling kids about the atrocities committed all around them. We were not BLIND, like they say, we didn't care. We saw but didn't react. We were oblivious to what was happening, but that doesn't mean we didn't SEE it. This makes all the bad stuff happening, indirectly our fault. It's something we should feel deeply ashamed off. That's why we need to take action. But how? And why did it take such a long string of violence to finally open our eyes to the truth? Why didn't all the fury and need for equality in us flare the very first time a girl was mistreated?? Anyway, now that we have risen and actually LOOKED at what's going on, what do we do to stop it? We can put up all the posters we like, with the most creative of slogans. We can all dress in black every single day of the week until we think India is rid of it's almost incurable disease. We can march up and down streets brandishing candles and chanting the name of famous fearless women. Yep, we can do all that. But is it actually gonna touch the heart of a ruthless rapist? Will it ever? Now CCTV cameras are being installed at every corner, but it was just disclosed on a news channel that half of them have already given up working, and here's the best part... No one cares! I know it sounds like I am mocking my own country and I am. The police apparently don't see fit to get those cameras repaired. Because of their ignorance or laziness, a girl may be kidnapped and no one will hear about till after she has been subjected to indescribable disgusting things. Sure the general populace has rebelled against all these sick things, but the police? They are the ones who can actually carry out the necessary safety measures. They are the ones we have trusted our lives with. They are the ones responsible for providing maximum security and YET, they are the ones who care the least.
          Women as whistled at all the time. It's happened to me too. Horrible guys on the road whistle and make big eyes at us women who choose to wear something that attracts their unneeded attention. It's not only gross, but pretty scary. We're always taught to not get too aggressive and make a scene because these people are dangerous and can hurt us, but haven't they done enough of that already? If we surrender to the oppression these morons think they can get away with, then we're portraying ourselves as weak. Doesn't that make us a ready target. Here's one more ridiculous thing.... In school in our neighborhood, there is this female teacher who believes that women are weak. Apparently we are the meek and timid sex and girls ALWAYS giggle and gossip frivolously  while guys go out and do heroic deeds to protect the planet. HECK!!! Wasn't she a girl once too??? These type of people who are so behind the times that they think that it's okay for the male members of a family to sit on their lazy butts and not do anything, while all the women pick up their dirty dishes, should be dropped from the stratosphere. I mean, anyone can see that we women are smarter.
           Terrorism, Honor Killings, Racism, Sexual Harassment, Bribery, Domestic Violence..... The list goes on and on and on and on. I can talk about them until my laptop dies but I still won't be done. No one can be done. I'm not saying that theirs a ready solution for all these problems, but at least we could make the effort to search for one. Making rules is one thing, but enforcing them correctly and seeing to it that everyone obeys is another. These require WILLPOWER. They require genuine interest and enthusiasm. That's the first rung of a huge ladder that we all are finally beginning to climb. Finally.

Analysis

It can't be December. That's plain lunacy. The freaking year's practically OVER!!!! And  what's really really frightening is that, right now I looked back and couldn't recall ONE SINGLE occasion where I did something that I will remember for the rest of my life. That probably explains why I can't think of any. Inwardly, I know, at least I think I know that I'm just being a bit hyper and not processing my thoughts properly and actually In HAVE done things that will make me go all, "Yeah! I'm so flippin' awesome!"
But, seriously, I'm not really here to talk about any presently-unable-to-recollect achievements... I'm here to talk about anger.
Anger is really damn horrible and affects me in many ways. I do have quite a short temper, and sometimes, my thoughts get so out of control, I can barely make myself stay still. Not that I have to necessarily stay still during these stressful stretches of time or anything.... It's just, I'm trying to master control over one's defining emotions. Like, for example, let's take jealousy. I don't, honestly, get jealous too often since I believe that in being jealous, you don't really end up achieving what you're jealous of the victim of your jealousy for. Now that sounds complicated, but run it over a few times and I swear it'll make sense:)
Anyway, so Jealousy. If someone is jealous all the time, it is bound to affect that person's behavior some time, right? Unless the person uses the art of self-control, where, when they feel jealous of someone, they quietly let it flow and fill them up, and meanwhile try to understand why they're feeling jealous. There's no point in trying to convince oneself that the emotions one is feeling is false, or a joke or some rubbish like that. It's completely fine to feel negative emotions. The more you shy away from them, the more they haunt you and make you feel far more sickly than when you go (actually you don't really have to go anywhere, though somewhere quiet and windy always helps in my case:p) and confront them. You should totally be fine with you feeling jealous, but then learn to not show it to others. This, I know, sounds a lot like I'm saying that saying that you should keep your feelings bottled up. This is why, I'll add that another way, probably faster and easier way, is to tell someone really close, whom you trust and love or whatever. I like that method too, but the problem is, I'm an only child, and sometimes saying certain things to your parents gets really... erm... awkward. So if my best-friend-for-the-rest-of-eternity is not free for me to spill, then I have only my crazed SELF to resort to. So I shall master self-control. I will keep the crappy feelings in, and analyze them, and do something sensible to solve my problem, not, like hack off the person I'm pissed off with's head.
That was a joke!!!!! I've never been tempted to hack off anyone's head. Though I remember that I was sorely tempted to poison Justin Bieber's drink with cyanide or something... Kidding!!!! (Again) Murderous wishes in any kid's mind means that the creep needs therapy, and fast.
Right, so self-control, self-preservation (in a way).... And, (yes I was reading Princess Diaries recently) SELF-ACTUALIZATION. I really don't understand what they mean by the term? Does it mean to understand your own feelings, as in the way you think? Or is it what you want in life and you realize how to get it in the right way? Or is it that someone tells you something true about you, and it may be good or bad, but it hits you all hard and axe-like, and you know that it's true?? OR is it simply that you learn how to be a good person and not hurt other people while trying to acquire a lovely life or something? AAAHHHH!!!!
This is sooo confusing.
"Self-actualization refers to fulfilling ones individual potential." I just got this from the net. Hmm... Does that really make you a better perfect because however brilliant you may be in a certain field/s, it doesn't directly make you a BETTER  person, right? I mean, just look at Pablo Picasso!!!! He was a fantastic artist, but totally sucked at being a human being. I mean, he drove a bunch of his girlfriends to insanity!!! So you see what I mean? He DID fulfill his individual potential by making sure the entire planet knew he was a master at art... But he wasn't a good person. No way Jose.
So I think, self-actualization is getting what you dearly want in life, in a good, clever, selfless way....
Yeesh. That's a bit too much. But I guess helping others comes in self-actualization, as it makes you caring and compassionate etc etc. But every individual should be allowed to let a little sliver of selfishness in once in a while.... You know, without hurting anyone, but without thinking about the greater good or whatever every second you breath. Is that too much to ask for??
I have absolutely no clue...
Oh I know it's really not related to the serious, life-choice context, but I absolutely LOVE The Wanted!!!!!
Their music is simply E-P-I-C!! Love them sooo much...
Anyway, now I've got to go....

Alvida till the next time,

Squish