I hate it the most when people are taking me for a fool and starting to explain to me things I understand myself. Seriously, I hate it when people take me as a dumbfuck. I know it sounds weird, or more like obvious, but I find it hard to explain what I mean. I always find it hard to explain obvious things so they don't look obvious. If you know what I mean. But of course you don't, nobody ever knows what I mean and, sometimes, so do I.
That was the most shitty paragraph I've ever written here. God, this is going to be the most meaningless post of all. I'm using "the most" too often today. I've actually been doing my homeworks when le wild internet access appeared.
Oh, and, I just remembered, I've got some books I've always been planning to read so I'll just write them down here so I don't forget:
- "Perfume: The Story of a Murderer" by Patrick Süskind
- "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen
- "The Thorn Birds" by Colleen McCullough
- "Veronika Decides to Die" by Paulo Coelho
(that would be my 3rd try) - "Alchemist" by Paulo Coelho
That's probably all I remember by now. Why have I suddenly started speaking of books so often? Anyways, I've got to do my maths homework. And then finish my test of Ukrainian. Ugh. No more time for blabbing, see ya. x
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