I was just looking at my e-mail and realized my own comments on this blogged were getting sent to my Gmail account. Smiling, I thought how insanely smart, yet stupid computers are. My blogger account is connected to my Gmail, so shouldn't it know when I post a comment? Little things like this make me think.
Like how can adults can do somethings we (as in not adults) can't do? Like, they can tell a (white) lie, but we can't? When people grow up, they get rid of some of the soap, which others have been feeding them when they were younger. They say enjoy the time when you're still young. But do these people who say this remember the peer pressure, amount of studies and self-consciousness we get? Maybe not. I do enjoy my time though!
Another thing... (bits lip) I fell for IT. Not telling what IT is. But I can't believe I fell. It's so, such a, (sighs, insert Arghhhhh!!!) cliche. My friends have this disease. I swore to myself I won't be taken, I won't be one of them obsessive crazy girls with IT. Then IT came, and went. Idiot! Fool! I'm so damn weak about IT, but at least I held longer then my friends. (groans) Grrr..... But IT is a nice change. (smirks)
Usually I don't let this kinda stuff take me. But for once letting a IT feeling (think, I gave it away) in is not bad. I just don't want to admit it. I feel songs can explain. And yes, I know people I know reads this. Damn, my big mouth.
*Blush*
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