brown eyes.

i will own this bag one day, i'm certain of it.

its a bank holiday, and i'm in bed with a boxset of gilmore girls and drinking herbal tea, from the mug hunter got me for christmas. i haven't done any work today, i said to myself that i'd get some of my journal done after i washed my hair, but did i? no. tomorrow i will at least get work done at uni.

i'm getting addicted to twitter. it's rather pointless if you think about it, you have the same functions on facebook, with updating your status, and commenting on status. the only cool thing is not being bothered by adverts and annoying quizzes. oh and following britney spears is a plus.

no longer will you be in my thoughts, well at least not as much as you are now..did all of this mean something to you, because right now it doesn't feel like it did at all. it's been a month and a half, and still no word. i've given you to many chances, and no doubt i'll give you a few more.

i can't keep doing this, i can't keep getting lost in your brown eyes.