Returned home from new abode/hell/hostel with certain aims in mind:
#1 Shall read classics such as Pride And Prejudice, Emma, Wurthuring Heights, Jane Eyre etc.etc. that have avoided, till date on the account of being an Anti-Romantic.
#2 Will write great plays that shall attract audience from all over the world. Wes Anderson in particular.
#3 Shall not obsess about Mr. Certain Someone anymore.
#4 Shall lead healthy, guilt-free life.
A. Bought Bridget Jones's Diary: The Edge Of Reason (book) instead. Do not regret said decision.
B. Have written nothing
C. Have turned into a sad, sad fan-girly type person. :(
D. Transformed into a self-loathing slob.
Have decided to keep online journal, Bridget Jones style. Of course, have no intentions of actually turning into Bridget Jones as she represents everything that I don't wanna be. Ever. Still. She had Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver drooling all over her...is being another Bridget Jones really such a bad thing?