Moody Saturday

Well, this is one of my three rabbits. He's called Biscotto (= ital. biscuit) and is the brother of Panna and Cotta, two pretty girly rabbits. They live happily in our living room and their hobbies are waiting 24/24 h for their food but also destroying our whole house within the garden.

Actually this is not the reason why I decided on writing something on my blog.
I'm tired and furious with myself as I'm wasting my whole Saturday doing nothing, and I'm not going out tonight even though my favourite club has re-opened this week. It's not only because my best friend who I wanted to go out with has become ill today, but also because I really don't have any energy. I've been sitting in front of the laptop now for hours - but I haven't done anything except uploading some silly photos on Facebook and writing some posts in So Ji Sub's fan forum which I hadn't visited for ages. And I chatted with Tobias, a good friend, for some minutes.

I hadn't wasted so much time for a while, hmm.
I'm only thinking of one person who I couldn't call today because of the time difference ...
That could be the reason for my shiftleftness.

No, it must be the reason for it.
It's horrible if your mood depends on only one person, isn't it??
If I'd had a nice long call with him (as we always have, 2-3 x a week or even more often), I'd be so much more motivated (haha, alliteration! ... not funny). I'd play the piano and the guitar and sing and record my voice and have a bath and write my article for our school magazine and call some friends and ask them to go out and take a ball and go out of the house to spend my time outside ... or go to the gym ... arrgh.
I'm writing nonsense, am I?
I'm just sleepy and in love.
No, I'm mad on him.
And hungry.
Bye.

What would I do ...

... for being some thousand kilometres far away in the east, where someone is missing me as much as I am missing him? Well, maybe he isn't missing me right now because it's 3 a.m. in the night and he's surely sleeping, and I really don't want him to dream of me due to my bad experiences with dreams. (They always make me, my friends, my parents, my brother, my rabbits or someone else die.)
Anyway. Long-distance relationships can make you crazy, depressive, aggressive, sulky - however they can make you as much happier. Every time I replace my phone, I feel like in heaven, even if I haven't met him personally for months. And my desire to see him again keeps increasing; I'm even planning what I'll be wearing on that day, and if I should wear make-up or not, and where I should meet him first - in front of his school or outside of it? ... and so on.
And it's crazy. That day is unbearably far away; I guess almost nine months. NINE MONTHS. (One gestation. Wow, what a comparison. Luckily it has nothing to do with me right now. I want children ... about 15 years from now?)
Well. I believe that my feelings won't go away. And I trust in him as well. So, piss off if you're going to tell me that long-distance relationships don't work and shit like that - you'll see: If you find the right person, it WORKS. And it's even marvellous.
Yeah, it's the boy I fell for at the Korean high school, and I luckily got in touch with him, again. And we're phoning barely every day ... me at 3 p.m., he at 10 p.m. (due to the time difference, hehe).

I'm actually still asking myself why I'm having a blog and even writing posts on it. I think it's rather for me than for other people; I really hate writing diary entries, but reading them after a couple of months or years can be quite entertaining ...
So, though you surely won't read this entry within today - wish you all a good evening and sweet dreams tonight.