| Posted On: | 2008-04-09 00:58:56 |
The next thirteen minutes is an expressive vision of me, I have nothing truly exciting to say tonight, just feel like typing . I was told today that I have come a far way with my writing. That I have learned to be very expressive, I think before I write unlike when I talk and just blurt out anything that may be running through my head.
I've come to notice that men in Montreal have a thing for poking at my brain with a stick... It's like they live to confuse me. I am giving up on trying to keep track of what they're saying, I just don't understand them. It's like I try to tell them things but when we are in such conversations it's a joking conversation so I am never sure if they know I am being serious and I never know if they're being serious.
There is one in particular that I wonder about, he intrigues me, he has such a random yet organized mind. It's like he knows what he wants but he keeps it to himself and keeps everyone else wondering. He is a mystery and It's making me crazy.
I really hope I get to travel this week, I really want to see him. He makes my heart skip a beat with the cute little smile he does, and how he can talk me into doing things without even a word.
Siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiigh... what on earth is a girl to do!?
Listening To: T.V Infomercial for the H20 mop....
