Wanderin' free, wish I could be, Part of that world.
Im finally 21! I'm about to make a list of resolutions and draw up a timeline to make sure each and everyone of my goals get executed and is a success. (I sure hope they are a success :S). I've also realized I've got tons of responsibilities these holidays, so those are going in the timeline as well. ;)
Anyway, if you're wondering if I'm starting to act my age, the answer is of course a hefty NO. Here's one proof of my immature early morning endeavors:
How I wish right now, I were in a Fantasy World, made up of fables and mythology and disney lore. Of mutants and pirates and witches and Animals.
Where I can trade in all the fickle boys for my unconventional Prince Charming who talks to animals, was a street rat, as loyal as Beast, has wit as sharp as Godric Gryffindor's sword, Capt. Jack Sparrow's charm and a sense of humour on par with mine (muahahaha).
I want to be able to live free and shape shift at will. I want to ride the thermals freely. I want to prowl the jungle on all fours at midnight. I want to slam down child rapists and cowardly murderers with my bare Polar Bear paws and all 10 feet of muscle and watch blood flow out of their ears and eyes in pure satisfaction. I want to take those infidels' weapons away from them by force, and I'm not talking about man made tools of destruction.
I want to run away from the crime infested streets of Malaysia.
I want to live where all my childish fantasies come true.
I do realise that I seem vaguely disturbed. But at 3 am and having complete independence revoked, headlines seem more disturbing and comics and Disney tunes provide more comfort than hugs and whispered words of affection.
Yes. There you go. I'm sorry dear readers and friends, Miss Immature Cranky Pants is here to stay and not even an extra candle on my birthday cake is going to make her go away. ;)
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