ring the bells...

pointless and proud

I have been quite lazy for a few days... okay fine, weeks actually! I can't complain, though I'm pretty sure everyone else around me might have a different feeling. To be honest I haven't been doing much just slacking off I haven't even began to dive in the stacks of books I recently bought.. I do need to start though!  soon oh soon...

Today I started my 2 Broke Girls marathon, to get things straight I do think the show's rubbish but there's something so warm about it (insert sarcasm here) it's like a good "bad" show, you know? besides Kat Dennings BOOBS is a power to be recognised, admired and respected. goddamn it!

Now I'm off to treat myself with another beautiful sight that so happens to be called James Dean.... Rebel Without A Cause (excited and in capital-first-letters too)

Completely off-point but my brother sitting beside me playing some NBA game (yes, I am a video games virgin) and its produced by Jay Z... that's pretty dope except the fact that pretty much all the songs in the soundtrack are his, I mean SUCSE YOU HOV lemme upgrade ya...

a bit of a milestone

I've turned 20 three days ago (Nov 1st) and I don't know why I'm making such a big deal about it, it sort of feels like a big deal I always assumed that the "something 0" is a bigge so I guess you could say I'm pretty pleased with my little accomplishment here! This feeling though just makes me question; how can a number change a person? I wouldn't even know how to explain it but it sure does change something about someone.