glorias been niked

i took a long drive this evening. and having to weave in and out of traffic to beat the peak hour jam was enough to stimulate some flowing brain juices. i think i think best when i drive, or when im taking a dump. haha.

i drove like a gangstress, cutting in and out of lanes just because the ''grass is always greener on the other side, the lanes are always freer on the other side". i cut chevrons, drove into lanes, drove on road shoulders, blasted the horn quite a couple of times, cursed and swore under my breath, whatever it took to get me to where i wanted to. either way, it didnt matter. i enjoy the liberty of being a lady driver. and since its such a slammed status i cannot do anything about, i my as well exploit it.

so there. i got to class. ít was dead boring. i had to amuse myself with his truckload full of mispronounced words. if you cant say it right, dont! i remember one week when we had a speaker that kept talking about the EPL; the English Premium League. it sure as hell is premium.. sheesh.

anyhow.

i had a million thoughts racing thru my head. and its funny because i have a million ideas, but of what use is it if it doesnt actualise. i need to do something. i need to start somewhere, then can i tweak it to my liking. i need to want it bad. it has to be a desire, or a need to be fulfilled. i know i can live off the minimal, i'm low maintenance, every guy should love me more as a girlfriend. haha. but i think i'm getting sick of making do. and thats been making me edgy, its frustating but at least i now know why.

so there. i have no qualms about doing it. i know i'd do a good job if i really wanted it bad enough. so fine, i need to swallow some shoes, grit on the ticks and let nike overwhelm me. i need to just do it.