Name of Simon. 18, finally. Franglais. Oboist. Baritone. Lazy Buddhist. Aspiring Doctor. Poor grammar is unacceptable in everyone but me. Also I love Misdreavus.
It's a pretty patchwork blog, but in short it contains music (of all genres), funny things, beautiful things,
manga, my personal life, food, and not really so much ranting anymore, since I'm trying to tone down. Anna Kendrick is my future wife and Studio Ghibli will be our baby.
“When your offensive line is lackin’, you just gotta whip out your titties and start smackin”
or is rhubarb a really weird thing? I mean firstly it’s spelt really weirdly. And it’s a fruit, but it tastes sweet, sour and bitter all at the same time. It doesn’t taste nice on it’s own, only with other fruit or a TON of sugar, and it looks more like a leek than any fruit I know of.
And to top it all off, if you eat the wrong bit of it you die shortly afterwards.
people commenting on facebook..
not sure if trolling trolls by trolling poorly, or just really, really, really bad at trolling.
I keep making myself take part in social situations so i can make friends better and with more people. And it sometimes gets me down that I don’t have enough friends to “go out” at weekends with them. And it’s true that I’d very much like to be part of a social group.
But y’know, I’m kind of happy just being on my own a lot of the time. I like drifting between groups and people, and just having a choice of who to talk with.
People probably see me as antisocial, or a bit weird, or nerdy or whatever. But I just like my own company more than other people’s a lot of the time.
it is true that i’m nerdy though, to be fair.
particularly painful weights session at the gym. i rushed cos i only had 35 minutes.. and then i got home and mum told me i had an extra 15mins. wtf.
sometimes i wonder if i have some sort of social/behavioural disorder that everyone but me knows i’ve been diagnosed with.
