Hippiness/Love/DNMs

Ok, I have this thing, right? Everytime I time I see a sunrise or sunset, it think it’s a sunrise. Maybe I’m an idiot, maybe I’m blind, but of course I have this really deep and meaningful way of looking at things: 

 I don’t believe in endings, only beginnings.

 See? It was cheesier than you thought it would be. 

 But now, when I see them, I think they’re sunsets. 

You want me to be DNM again?? Yeah? You know you love it.

 I’ve realised that all good things come to an end, and eventually, things end more often than they begin. 

 I’m SUCH a hippie, aren’t I?

 *sigh* 

 I love my hippiness, and be honest, you do too! 

 loveLOVElove. 

It’s become my whole life, huh? My every thought, my every BLOG, so weird. I mean, not totally unusual for me, I’m such a LOVEly person :)

Its been on my mind so much lately, though. I try so hard to tell myself that it doesn’t matter. But it does, of course it does. Love = life. Well, for me anyway. I know that’s wrong, I know that it should be a little less significant in the grand scheme of things. But it’s not, and for me, it never will be. 

 I fall in love too easily. Some people are jealous of that… but they shouldn’t be, because, it’s soo confusing. And then you feel all slutty. But, like, it’s genuine. Sorta. So that’s ok, right?

I dunno, I still feel like an idiot. 

 Ugh, this is so smelly. 

I get back from camp today. But I have to go to work at 5, so I dunno if I have time to blog, so I'm gonna autopost his one too, like Monday/Tuesday/Wednesday when I will be (by now WAS) at camp.

 Weird to think that by the time you guys read this, camp will be over, I will be 15, things will be different. Time is so strange, where does it go? If no one is in a room, does it disappear?? 

 Hmmm. Ok, just before I leave, I need to give you guys a really funny mental picture. My are getting me a PS2 for my bday, and singstar. But they didn't know if it worked, so they tried it out! My Dad won! They both got tone deaf *shakes head* Then again, my mummy, like me, sings flat. So I can understand. 

 And my Dad was probably so unused to actually knowing the words to the song...