I've had my fair share on the game of weird and wackos and stuff that some may find a little to no important. So basically this is a rant and random stuff from the ever weird, ever random and ever done with ty shatties, Janelle. Yep that's the name if you want to know.

So, I already blogged about being the introvert that I am (still isn't sure to put it that way since huzaaahh) So yeah, here I go again but this time talking about weirdy wardy loopy loops that I am. Welcome to the world of the now happy jajamppong do. 

I started realizing that I was a bit different when I started laughing at the very obvious joke that the teacher was hinting and being the very eager and very much done with (very) the boringness of the topic at hand, I gave in to the joke but then I noticed that I was the only one snickering. What the heck did I eat that day? But that wasn't the very gist of it (It is on the written rule of both poets and writers that the use of the word ' very' is not really always welcome, remind myself and you of that) so yeah. I got plenty of weird antics like a normal teenage must have in order to fit in to the must-not-be-normal so I guess everyone, even you with a weird username of you sings when the water from the shower flows down to your body or by the sound of going to comfort room you are inhibiting the rule of MUST SING MY LUNGS OUT because that's always fun to do when you're into comfort room concert. (And why do you think Comfort room is comfort room for the matter? Yes, it is to sing your lungs out) 

Friends would often mention that I am weird, I tend to be more hyper than usual if I feel like it and does a lot of weird stuff like play around the school ground for the sake of fun and even walk alone every now and then around the school ground just to reward myself at night with a full nap because heck I could barely sleep if I'm not tired or even if I'm a little bit tired, I can't fathom to sleep. 

There's this one rule that my friend and I created back in sophomore days, the THREE TIME/THREE DAYS rule. For example, if ever I grew a liking of something to the extent of being sleep deprived because of the subject matter, I tend to overdose myself to an extent of wanting more but then a day would come when I stop liking it and that time will fall on (guess it?) Yep, three days after I grew the liking. Or if not three days, it'll be three hours. three minutes, three seconds, three years, three months, three eras, three eons, three forever because Kpop is like on a 6 year streak or something. So there.

What was weird and normal at the same time is my liking for uninhibitant areas or the underrated once, musicwise and sometimes people-wise. I grew a liking of them not because I tend to be a little of a hisptery sometimes but some underrated things are good if you'll look closely (moviewise, I tend to not go for the talk of the town with the exception of TFIOS because heck I read it on 2012 and actually waited for John to have his break, although Papertowns is a tad greater in my opinion) buy yeah, sometimes the road less travel is the road I want to go. Bazzissles

So this is getting pretty random but guess what, I am in my randomess mood right now and that's a thing that I get when I read a good story like just now I read the fic featured because it's Kyungsoo (duh) and to tell you the truth DJGMFIL is GOOD. (biased). So yeah, read it. 

Next to go on my daily random ty shatty is my plan in the future, in which I decided to get a little of the course for an adventure which I'll find interesting or uninteresting if I went to a school for teachers. But yeah, after finishing a course on biology education, I want to take up psychology and with a little help be able to add in Creative Writing because heck I'm dead serious on getting my shizzles up for writing. So when I get a hold of writing, psych and bio, I will go to med school to fulfill my dream of becoming a doctor of medicine rather than philosophy because I want to actually cure people and at the same time (with my soon to be exsistent Creative Writing/Psych/Bio) I could incorporate my experience to be a full-pledged Psychiatrist. I found out I'd like to be a Psychiatrist when I got hospitalized and the adolescent Psych that handled me is rather great in her proffession and ever since I was young, like five, I wanted to become a doctor (the petty reason I have was my liking for white) but I really wanted to cure the sick and at the same time write about it. If that's a dream for me to fulfill, I don't know what else to do. 

But yeah, I promised myself that even when a time comes that I need to let go of childishness and things, I want to be able to find my way back to the weird me that brightens up at the sight of red, black and white being together, the sight of the number 8 flashing before my very eyes, the sight of these handsome Idols I seriously want to marry when 2009 came up with a blast of hot air and lots of asian on my dash. I want to be able to go back to see if the dream and the weirdness and the hopeful eyes are still there with me even if I grew up (height-wise, I doubt it) but yeah. I want to be able to see the me when I'm too old to see. 

How weird it is to find yourself so giddy at first and nostalgic the second you set an eye to something that is unfathomable and beyond your grasp. I wished for me to remain like this but better judgement tells me that it was okay to tell I want to see more and feel more than just this. Do you get me? Peter Pan must've been upset not growing up too. 

with lots of wishful thinking and unfathomable feels to eat fries at the moment of total melancholy and randomness and ty shatties,

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