Thursday, 5 July 2007

remind me again, why did i come home?

So I know it’s been a while since I’ve been in here, leaving my signature. But hey, didn’t forget this page, just haven’t bothered to update it.

Anyway, it’s about time doing it now. So – here I am.

The last couple of weeks have been, hmmm, quite fascinating. To say the least. I ended the school I was attending, moved back home (only for 7 weeks, luckily…) started working, had two mobile phones – until I drowned one of them and I’m not to sure that this guy with the gun is actually thinking… (Been talking way too much with him since I left town…)

So, came back home, and found out it isn’t just my mom and I any more… her boyfriend has moved in, and suddenly there were four of us, (he has a daughter.) A bit shocked, yeah! To say the least… I mean, for the first, they haven’t know each other that long, and yeah, giving me a heads up would have been nice… still, I don’t live here anymore. I just feel a bit left in the dark here, my mom and I used to be close… used to be, being the crucial words here… anyway. One month, and I’m back home.

Hehe – my work, I just have to say something about this crazy thing. I’m working in a zoo. Yeah, in a zoo! And guess what, I don’t work with animals, but with children. Me. Me as in “should not become a stay at home parent” are using her summer working with kids, crazy kids. And believe me; I almost called the animal keepers the other day, asking them if it’s aloud to kill them. Not the animal keepers, but the kids… I mean, no wonder I shouldn’t work with kids, all I see sometimes is walking targets. Just ready to be hunted down and shoot. But I guess it would be a really big chaos if I did, so I’ve been good – so far…

Been home for about three weeks – and I think (read: know) I can tell the days that I haven’t talked to “mr.Gun” since I came home…he’s just been there for me, maybe a bit too much? Especially when I just know he doesn’t feel the same for me I as do for him… Anyway, he is a total asshole sometimes, still I care for him. And that ticks me off! I didn’t ask to fall for him, I didn’t ask him to enter my life… he just did. Right now, one of the things that kind of bother me is that I know we aren’t meant to share our life together. We have the same foundation and everything in life; still we crave for different things. Half a year ago, he would be the man of my dreams; my only “problem” is that God has shown me so much the last year. He has shown me that the kind of guys I should be dreaming of, exist… (Different story… believe you me…)

So, I guess life goes on. My mom will live her life, making decisions without telling me, and shock me with them after a while… I will misuse my mobile phones till the end of time, while I’ll be an everlasting student, as I work for God. And yeah, I’ll keep falling for guys I won’t end up with. My heart will try to persuade me, and my mind will tell it’s wrong every time… ah! What a life I will have!

(If I end up like this, I’ll kill my self. End of discussion.)