And maybe when the night is dead, I'll crawl into my bed

I'm in a funny mood. Not HAHA funny, but more of a strange, weird, not-myself sort of feeling. I have an inkling I'm going to be nocturnal tonight. I mean, have you ever seen me use such short, staccato sentences in quick succession? (The question is purely rhetorical. But, if you deign to answer it, the correct answer would be NO.)

Another thing; I can't think of anything to say. Like seriously. I know, I'm speechless at my apparent lack of (figurative) speech too. It's just so not me. And, listening to The Script on loop isn't helping either. I've come to the conclusion that I'm just bored. I know this makes me sound like an ungrateful b**** for not appreciating my extended holiday, but it's a case of the grass is always greener on the other side. Yes, it is a cliche, but true to a certain extent. What wouldn't I give to attend uni full-time again? (Rhetorical again.) Sure when I had classes, I wished for holidays and I will probably wish for them when i start classes again, but now, after being on break for over 4 months, things just aren't as....fun.

Haha, this post makes me feel like such a teenager. I'm still technically a teenager, but i think I stopped feeling like a teenager years ago. Whatever teenagers feel like. I feel better now, just in case you can't tell from the tone. On a completely separate note, I really feel like going shopping. I have this thing for high-waisted stuff at the moment, shorts, skirts- you name it. Anyway, just found something (else) to do right now, yay!