Escapism, that's the word I'm looking for. It's wonderful to just slip away, ne? To forget about your life, your troubles, your problems, the screeching neighbor, if only for a while. Just to get a proper perspective on everything, and then deal with the situation.

Well, it's not I deal with the situation; if I did, I'd probably be in Grad School by now, having gone on a different path than was laid out for me. As it is, I went with the flow and look where it's gotten me?

Nowhere, absolutely nowhere.


Argh! My teeth hurt! Damn it! While the idea of braces seem appealing at one point, I just can't handle that right now. Damn it! It hurts!

Bloody hell!

And my contacts are starting to annoy me. I'm thinking of going back to wearing glasses, but as contacts are way more convenient... yeah well...


Where the hell am I getting all these thoughts in my head anyway? Maybe it's the fact that more often than not, I write my blog entries at night when there's no one who can attempt to read over my shoulder. Maybe it's just because my birthday's coming up and I'm reminded of that promise I made to myself a year ago I think -- the goodbye promise sort of thing in a few years time. Maybe I'm just getting too bloody, damned sentimental, but heck I've never said I was or wasn't, have I? I can't remember.