My week is certainly something to get use to. I am not used to be at home, facing the walls of my house, and having my dog at my feet constantly. I am not used to sleep early staring at my ceiling and with my dog on my bed snuggling up. I am not used to see my parents doing mundane Sunday stuff, with me tagging along.
I am still feeling weird.
I need to fill my weekends with stuff to do, probably get started on my CSTD elementary work. And probably hang out with more people. Club a little bit more, dinner a little bit more, shopping might help if I have company but I am always shopping alone (which is bad for my wallet).
Arghhhhh, what a impulsive buyer I am. Next goal is to travel a little bit more, and hopefully my Euro-tour is realised. (: All the sight and sound of majestic old buildings, quaint lakes and castles to fill my dreamy mind.
I’m not angry, I am not sad. And certainly I do not hate you. What is worse is that I don’t feel anything for you anymore. Isn’t that scary?