Somebody understands life

http://thoughtcatalog.com/anonymous/2014/03/11-reasons-crop-tops-have-to-go/

People want a lowdown of my life as always

Here it is with my boy J Jonas's gifs. 

So here's my late year review (for last year)

So this year was the year of firsts.

Not a gif. I'll continue

I got my first real job.

Not the right Jonas, nor a gif

I caught a plane by myself.

Just like this, I failed. I sat in the wrong seat

I went overseas without my family for the first time.

I survived!

I started uni.

It's great. You should all do it. Really. Much fun. Yes.

Which made me forcefully learn how to make friends for the first time in like, ever.

I mean friend. Just friend. JUST BE MY FRIEND OK!

I renovated my first room.

Heyooo!

My hair is now finally on point.

Thanks for the approval sticker Joe.

Food is a passion.

I love you food. You love me too.

See I don't know if I'm loosing weight or gaining weight though.

Dilemma.

I took time out of my day to appreciate Joe Jonas and read his essay.

He's a deep person

I've just matured as a person really.

I actually can't grow a moustache. I'm proud of that though.

And with that, I pat myself on the back. It's almost like I solved all of the worlds problems. I've just achieved so much.

I've been told to write out my feelings for sociology.

Yeah, you know that subject I have a love hate relationship with.

So we've been told to do emotional log thing as often as possible. Now we all know I like blogging, but like, I do it when I feel like it ok.

So here goes nothing.

Emotion: Awkward

The painter is now inside my house singing Vietnamese songs to the window he's taping up. I don't know how to react.

There is less than a metre distance between us and I feel way to uncomfortable.

Now he's given me a fright. He's doing that thing where the headphones are in and I can't hear any of his music and he's just singing a line every minute or so just out of the blue. Though I actually just had a heart attack because he just belted what I believe to be the chorus of the Vietnamese version of Livin' on a Prayer.

Maybe he's just celebrating because now he's out of the cold harsh winds and inside our warm, but not actually that warm, house.

Maybe. But I still feel awkward.