Here I post again (｡･ω･｡) <- an emoticon site called that a bear. what.
So, summer is here and it is quite nice, I have a lot to do and the weather is good too. Well, to be honest most of the things I have to do aren’t too entertaining like going to a dentist or changing the family physician since the old one seemed to hate humans and looked angry whenever I came to her, also getting a nose x-ray. You know, hanging round the health care facilities as usual. I hope no one starts pitying me cause I am not sick, just unsuitable for living.c:
omgz, you guise is dis one of thee angry veganz
There are a few nice things in my life too, this creamy piece of a pug of course or being accepted into my new school. I think the old lady who teaches English and is also the secretary (?) kinda likes me, she even gave me two English textbooks that I would’ve had to buy otherwise (soooo expensive!). I am not sure why, but older people seem to like me, actually adults too, just people who aren’t my age. I wonder if I’ll get any friends in new school, I believe it might be hard since I’ll be showing up in the middle of high school as the new kid. But I don’t have any great expectations, I just want some Ch-ch-ch-ch-changes!
phone picture, you see, this is my bike by the racetrack
However, what I like doing the most this summer is riding a bicycle, sounds cliché, but it feels liberating and free. I used to be more of a pedestrian or public transport kind of a person before, maybe I started to like biking because of the minor leg trauma which makes it hard to run or walk quickly (please heal sooner, please!).
where is the reason, don’t blame it on me, blame it on my wild heart~♪
I usually sing Wild Heart while riding a bike, but other nights I wait until mom goes to sleep and dance in my bedroom while wearing pajamas and listening to cute songs in headphones. Then I imagine one of my 100+ secret crushes watching me and I pretend to sing for them, awkward teenage life is what we have here~
Because I could’ve been your girl and you could’ve been my four leaf clover ♡
Talking about four leaf clovers, I don’t believe that they bring luck, naah, they don’t. I know it because I found one when I was 14 and age of late 14 and 15 turned out to be the worst in my life. There is something magical about clovers though and I remember the day when I found the four leaf clover very well. Maybe because I dreamed about finding one ever since watching Honey&Clover, an anime I Loved at that time (haven’t watched it for a few years, but memories still make me feel fuzzy inside, Morita♡) and looked for magical clovers in every meadow. I finally found one in an early summer day near the beach, it was the only one there, no cultivated fields. There is a picture too, I already had a blog then. c:
Four leaf clovers exist, therefore fairies and gnomes do too… …and after a lifetime of waiting we will meet
me in the clover summer ✿
I don’t think that I have short hair, but people often ask me if I regret cutting them
that was two years ago, could you finally stop it I don’t see anything regrettable there, I haven’t regretted it for half a second. My hair was holding me back. I wish to shave of all of my hair someday, have a bald head and then let it slowly grow out, it feels so liberating <- did you notice I like this word a lot. Marlena of self-constructed freak has and had very short hair and looks incredibly beautiful. I have a very skinny face though so it will look different on me, but still I WILL DO IT, if not for the new year then right after 18th birthday definitely!
Oh, and aikido too. I mean, I have been going to trainings and they make me just as happy as cycling. I should probably concentrate on techniques more, but making up stories about fellow aikidoka and having little crushes on them is just too much fun! And it is even funnier when random kids think I have crush on them because I called them a nickname, hohoho, you’ll never guess who are the people who get in my stories, hohoho! Yes, I understand that I sound like a middle schooler…
Also I really hate this post just as a lot of stuff I write here and I want to delete it, but not really because there is a four leaf clover and songs I like. Ugh, I just hate being the way I am.