I had a really interesting experience a couple of days ago.

Well, as I told the person. This has to be a first for me.

What perplexes me sometimes is why I do certain things or feel a certain way.

I am in a limbo here. I am not depressed. I am not stressed, well, maybe, abit, but not alot. But what I don't get. Is why I have this really really really really really really really really stong adversion for going out with someone. I just really don't want to have anything to do with anybody of the opposite sex in any romantic sort of way anymore. Maybe it is coz I am scared, who knows, I don't even know why I would be if I am. Every now and then I tell myself I must never get married. Every now and then I remind myself that I can't remember what it feels like to have someone liking you. I can't remember what it feels like to be close to someone, and how I can't feel love.

Kat, to say that I am loved, in a way is not true. What is the point of being loved, if you can't feel it at all? I can't feel any warmth in my household. I 'don't feel alone when walking by myself along Queen Sreet at 9pm at night in the freezing cold rain. It seems like my entire life has been a long walk in a cold dark raining night, when every now and then I'll walk under a tree which provides passing relief from the rain. And the lightning would flash illuminating my way, providing me with some direction, then I hear the growl of the thunder.

And I really don't give a stuff about blogging anymore. I'll be hitting my one year's worth of blogging in a couple of months time. Tina will be too, in fact everyone will. I think it would be a fair time to stop blogging from then.

A carbon that is joined to 4 atoms is called an sp3 hybirdised carbon, for the s orbital and 3 p orbitals merge to for hybird sp orbitals that arrange themselves neatly in a tetrahedral pattern around the carbon atom.

In a way, when it rains on the university campus, it can be a good thing. People are forced indoors, nay for the overcrowding, but yay for the chicks wearing white shirts.

NOTE TO OWNSELF: NEVER WEAR A WHITE SHIRT AGAIN ON A DAY WHEN IT IS FORECAST TO RAIN.

I guess I am now forced to actually do some work. Or blog in the very least.

There is a notion that everyone will find someone special in the very end. Awww, how sweet. I would like to clear the minds of everyone who thinks this a good thing. If you haven't gotten someone oogling saliva over your genitials by the time you are 25. Then one of these things must be apparent.
A) You are ugly
B) You are seriously VERY unattractive in a certain manner.

Would anyone dig some bugger who is either A or B?

The idea that the longer you wait the better it is and the more you will treasure what you got. The chances that if you have to wait so long means that you are really bloody ugly and the thing that would love somethig as ugly as that probably can't do any better itself. Thus you get 2 people who waited till they are 40 to find each other and it you get a 40 year old couple of ugly people.

2 ugly people fucking. Now that isn't a pretty sight. If forced to make a choice between 2 pretty boys eating out of each other. I'd choose watching the pretty boys. Coz 2 ugly people horning up to each other is just wrong. I'd rather watch goats mating, at least with goats you don't know that they are ugly. Ugly people shouldn't be allowed to have children, they turn out as ugly as they come. ugly man + ugly woman = ugly mutha fucking bastard.

I hate being stuck indoors with so many people, normally they average person you meet is damm ugly. And having to see so many of them at one time is just evil. Being forced to look at ugly people can be a form of punishment. Instead of saying. JOHNNY GO TO YOUR ROOM. You say JOHNNY LOOK AT THE NEIGHBOURS FOR 4 HOURS!!!

The botoom line. Kill yourself if you are ugly and don't hope of finding someone. Coz an ugly significant other is just not right, and if you have an ugly partner. You probably are just as ugly yourself.

Ugly fuckers.