Look at the Before and After of Mickey Rourke. Fucking hell, the before; what a sex god. i mean, okay, if you can ignore the slicked back hair and the thick bum fluff on his face. but still, mmmhmmm. and then, after plastic surgery, can i just say ew. but for some reason, he still possesses the sex appeal, as women lust after him now. if saw his former self walking down the street, i would have probably fainted in awe of the superior sexiness that he once was.
and surprisingly, i only found out about the formerness of mickey rourke. if someone had shown me the picture of him in his younger years, and not told me who it was, i would have had absolutely zero clue. when my mom told me, i was like, you're fucking kidding me. so can i just say, as a warning signal for all those people out there who are already fucking gorgeous!, don't ever get plastic surgery. you might just ruin a pretty good thing.
anywayy, my life is seemingly pretty boring at the moment. get up, go to college, come back, do homework, go to sleep. and in between, i have chores and roleplaying and writing, those are the only things that really keep me going. i'm incredibly tired of my life at the moment, i want something to happen, i'm actually willing something to happen. subsequently, to my lack of sleep or whatever, my dreams are suffering. at the moment, they are pretty weird. i had one about alton towers and a cafe, may i say that was strange.
in psychology, we are studying freud's dream analysis, and that every dream has an underlying meaning. but i doubt even the best dream analyser could work out what mine are all about. you would think, that i would dream about friends, crushes, parents, normal everyday life situations. but mine are fucking crazy, (i am incredibly sorry about the adverse amount of swearing in today's post, but i can't seem to find a suitable word to swap it for!) i mean, the people in my dreams are people i've never ever seen before, like complete strangers. and it's always in strange situations, like the one about alton towers. i wish i could interpret my dreams and find out my 'hidden desires and fantasies', but unless my ultimate goal in life is to become a chef at an alton tower's cafe, my dreams are pretty useless.
in psychology, we are studying freud's dream analysis, and that every dream has an underlying meaning. but i doubt even the best dream analyser could work out what mine are all about. you would think, that i would dream about friends, crushes, parents, normal everyday life situations. but mine are fucking crazy, (i am incredibly sorry about the adverse amount of swearing in today's post, but i can't seem to find a suitable word to swap it for!) i mean, the people in my dreams are people i've never ever seen before, like complete strangers. and it's always in strange situations, like the one about alton towers. i wish i could interpret my dreams and find out my 'hidden desires and fantasies', but unless my ultimate goal in life is to become a chef at an alton tower's cafe, my dreams are pretty useless.
i've seen that dude many times today, and i didn't even have a lesson with him. i fucking (sorry again) hate that he has such of an effect on me, i've never even spoken to him for christ sake. stupid, stupid, stupid.
love your weirdly-dreaming-stupid-obsessive-blog-writer,
lydia
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boys succccccccck! :)
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