what is this shit?

Hello, before i begin i just want to actively state the fact that i find blogs really awkward.

Everything I think of writing makes me cringe, which naturally makes my cheeks turn red and my ears burn up. And i'm not even kidding you. My blood has geuninely risen to an unsually high level. I had to take off my socks because my feet got real hot and slick back my hair into a budda bun to make me feel less overwhelmed.

But i've decided that im going to try to embrace them. Everyone in my English class has one and im over judging them for it, and it gives me something to do while I float through my Arts degree and try to deal with another distressing sweaty summer.

Apparently i use the two terms 'dreams' and 'nightmares' way too much. If i love something and choose to embrace it to a way too passionate extent then its my dream. If i find something sickening and unenjoyable then its a nightmare. There is nothing in between. And i dont take things lightly. An example of my nightmare is doing a right hand turn on a main road or public transport after 6pm . An example of my dream is a conversation that involves Bali or a sexy new shirt.

Basically there will be a whole bunch of bitching, moaning and excitement from a small half indonesian goddess.

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