I just read some blog entries I made in August 2008. God, how different I was then. Not really but like my spirit was. It was all joyful, excited and crazed about all the guys around me. One sentence I wrote was, "I don't look too sexy tonight but that's okay 'cause I don't want to pull anyway." Then the next is about someone trying to make out with me in a taxi! Ha. Whatever happened, I say.
A lot of fucked up shit did.
But that's okay. It will be better now.
Uuurgh, I hate waiting. I have a personal trainer in a bit more than an hour and I'm just sitting here doing fuck-all like I've been doing all week and it's so annoying. I just want to get it done with. Not to mention the 20 days left. I want to get them done with to! Fucking hell. Frustration to the point where I am about to jump off a bridge! Luckily there aren't any.
Or actually there is! I think. Haha. Whatever.
Fuck me, I'm-I don't know what I am.
OMG, yesterday I was sooo craving some Principe biscuits it was ridiculous. They're like these spanish brand of biscuits. Nothing special really but they're soo nice.<----NOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
YEEEEES.
When I get back to Mallorca in February, I am having a whole packet! :O:O:O Aaah I have to stop staring at this picture. It is making me crave it more. And my stomach is now making the rumblies that ONLY HANDS CAN SATISFY!!!!
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