Occupied on a sofa

I had almost forgotten that I have a blog until recently when I realised I ought to stop taxing my computer hard drive with all my lamentations. So, hopefully I will update this often now, and figure out how to post loads of pictures..

I love the couch in the Women's Center.. It is red, soft, and suede. I don't think it actually gets any better actually.. Unless maybe more comfortable clothes than a bloody SQ outfit that I wore for an interview today. Cuddling up on a sofa in a tight skirt isn't my idea of fun. And being absolutely unable to begin on my work isn't that great either. I've just spent the most part of my day here in school doing absolutely nothing, feeling frustrated about everything and occupying a beautiful sofa.

Maybe all I need after this is a degree, a kickass masters, a wonderful husband, a couple of beautiful kids, a huge house in a serene neighbourhood with servants to clean up after, a garage full of cars that will send my blood racing through my veins..

I'm occupied indeed. Just not with the right things I guess. It all boils down to.. As it always boils down to.. What I want in life. Isn't that it? Well, I have an idea. I have plenty of ideas. My life, my mind.. always full of ideas. That's why everyone who knows me knows I always think of things, and always ask questions.. Dreams, ideas, thoughts, feelings and reality. When doth a mish-mash become a whole?

No, I don't need help to complete the picture. I don't need help for anything. I don't need anything that is not volunteered, I don't need anything that isn't already there. So what if there are some things I would like that I may not be the best at? I can do it. Alone. I hated being lonely. So I grow to love solitude instead. But in the end.. I hope.. A little girl's wish: Will somebody please complete my picture with me?