Isn't it wrong to not have anything to write about when things are going well? This blog is full of shit. Depressive stuff. Like that's the only thing thats surrounding my life. It's not, really.
The thing is, I'm most likely bipolar. Seeing my extreme mood changes. Going from acting normal, to happy, to ecstatic, frustrated, mad, sad, depressed, - dead? Not giving me a break, unless when I feel totally careless towards everything, and this feeling often gets mixed up with some of the above. Happy & careless. Depressed & careless. Horrible mix, you mean nothing. They mean nothing. Myself, mean nothing.
As of right now, I feel good. Relaxed. Satisfied. Bit blurry, and unfocused. Still, good. Sitting laid back, listening to Muse on Spotify, doing my best to avoid the fucking commercials, which isn't that hard if you've got the skills (like me, ehe.)
It's friday, aiming for a weekend without alcohol. Need to restrain myself, stop making drunken mistakes. Or, just stop daring to do what I want, when drunk. Anyway, Monday, hairdresser. Can't_fucking_wait. Yes here comes the average blog entry type of thing. I haven't been to the hairdresser in ages, 'cause I had dreadlocks. And I do still have a few. But yes, sick of short hair, sick of the horrible colour, and sick of the unflattering look of it all. So, monday. Aw yeah.
One week left at school, then I'm all set for christmas break. Haven't bought a single present yet, still I don't worry. Which I'm pretty sure is progress seeing my normal stressy behavior.
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