I can feel your heartbeat?

I am now going to have an extremely superficial moment and say, “guys, its getting damn hard to find initiative to post when there’s no one reading what I’m writing.” I know, this should only be about the writing, but honestly right now it feels like I’m shouting out into an empty void of darkness. I suppose I expected something out of this, something more than I have. I have friends who blog a lot, and a few of them can probably be called professional bloggers, and they get so much more than just having a portal where they can voice their opinions. They have all found friends, people from around the world who are so different yet so strangely alike. I don’t know, I suppose at the end of the day you just have to be happy with what you have.

But right now, I’ve found something, and I can’t have it. For the love of god, it’s killing me.

Have you ever had an idea in your head of the perfect guy? Your ideal type, the one that is impossible to find? I’ve always had that picture clear in my head. He has to be cute; I honestly don’t care about the “beautiful on the inside” bullshit. And most importantly, he has to be able to write. He has to be quirky, kind of like the guys who like talking about zombies and ninja/pirates and if there really were a god out there, he’d be a musician. (What’s your type?)

Turns out there is a god out there, such a guy exists but I can never ever talk to him because honestly, LIFE IS JUST NOT FAIR AND IS QUIET FRANKLY A LITTLE BACKSTABBING SLUTTY LITTLE BITCH.

Anyway, go watch Tangled. It’s a typical Disney movie, with a princess (Rapunzel) and your average, save-the-day-prince charming and it’ll make you want to sing till little birdies come and do your laundry. It’s awesome.
This post was lame. So is everything else.

I keep listening to “I can feel your heart beat” By Enrique feat Nicole Scherzinger. That explains SO much.

RESOLUTIONS, BABY.

It’s the first day of the New Year and I’m sitting next to my mom and writing this blog post. I figured that today would be a great day to write a blog post about perhaps one of the most clichéd topics that one can write about on new years.
That’s is- New Year’s resolutions.

I’m honestly not excited. I liked 2010 quiet a bit and I would’ve preferred it if it would’ve stayed. But life’s a bitch, we gotta follow the damn calender and habitually celebrate this day every year. So I did too, this year. I went over to a friend’s house and it was alright. What I really wanted to do was honestly, just stay at home and watch t.v. till I fell asleep or go to some place where the music was too loud for me to even hear my own thoughts and just dance. I’d like to do that today, just dance. But I’m not complaining.

My mom once told me that January first was not really the new year, new year for every one is the day they’re born, their birthdays. Interesting right? Maybe I’ll believe that and not try to kill myself on my birthday. I hate birthdays.

But that’s not the point. This post is about resolutions. I have decided to make five resolutions this year and not follow them. (its tradition. ☺ )
Resolution no. 1- Learn how to do a full split by the end of the year.
Resolution no. 2- Embrace your inner ninja-pirate.
Resolution no. 3- Get skinny?
Resolution no. 4 – Stop caring so much.
Resolution no. 5- Write my first novel by the end of the year.

This year, I’d actually like to follow the 4th and 5th one. And maybe the 2nd one because its just so damn awesome.
“I’m not young enough to know everything.”- Oscar Wilde.