Did you ever feel like your mind is floating? Like there is some gradient cloud filling your head? It is not because of any smoke or something (goodness never will I ever think of smoking), but rather the lack of it. I think I should go out more often and fill my self a healthy dose of nature's breeze.
I know more than half of the internet community will scrutinize me about my late appreciation of Skins. I have to admit though, that at first I thought it was nothing but a perverted coming of age series, and I even tweeted that I did not find it nice at all. But when my eyes have already adapted to the explicit load of skins being shown on the series (what was I thinking when I thought there would only be an adequate amount of it?) I realized that it was bizarrely honest and amazingly insightful. Practically, Skins is about the part of high school our parents will never want to see, and I bet my parents will be equally furious when they find it on my netbook. But guess what, high school is already three years behind me, and I have survived all of that. Except I guess for a few aftershocks.
In all honesty, Skins has been helping me a lot. I will not discuss why and how because it will sound nothing but a phony.
Goodness how I loathe that subtitle.
I have another bouquet of flowers! And I am so happy about it... not. What I like though is that this time it is white. I always thought white flowers are less phonier than the red ones. And would it be poetic once they wither and turn completely black?
Curls. Excuse the vanity.
I did not know curls would actually look good on me! And I did not know I could be confident enough to write that! I really did love how my cousins made my hair, it was some sort of a consolation to the air-tight, comfort-sucking dress I wore.
I wonder if jetlag feels like this. Like your body drifts apart because of flying. I need something to set my feet on the ground again.