Now,I’ll be sort of “serious” in tumblr.I’ll now post things wort pondering.I changed my url to www.bluffstuff.tumblr.com. May we have a little bit of intellectual discussion: Do you believe in God? I’m happy to let you share some conspiracies and history stuff in my blog :). So…let’s start?
Oh,btw,you can’t ask musignora to answer these questions so I put Ask J.M Nil.Don’t bother,you are still asking ME.
I have this weird dream yesterday.I was with Them and him.We are in the usual place when I just put 4 barbeque sticks(one stick smaller than the other)in his bag. I said to myself,” You will now know that I like you.”
This time I have hacked her account for good.She’s not updating her tumblog.Commitment issue.Bah!Call it laziness.Call it procrastination!She’s good at that.I have changed the title of her blog and the blog description.So much for hacking :D
Since this is my first post(hee hee), I’m gonna share to you one of the deepest secrets of musignora—her first L-O-V-E.
A self proclaimed NBSB and a fairly smart girl, musignora is a feckin’ eejit when it comes to that four letterword.Sorry about the profanities here. Wait a minute,why should I be sorry? She said that she’s over him.As in over.Anyway, mus(read as muse) called him the almost perfect guy.She was blinded by adrenaline,dopamine and serotonin.I told her not to be carried away by her emotions and besides,she has a promise to her parents not to have a boyfriend since high school.Tsk.Too bad for her.She realized it was love when she went to college.Too late to confess.He’s fa-fa away.
A freak. I told her that if she feels the signs and symptoms, call me. You see, she doesn’t know how to handle her emotions just like choosing her attire for the day(she doesn’t plan for her clothes and really boyish).
So I know you are wondering who am I. I’m musignora’s alter ego. I’m Julia Nil.Call me jul.
So I was looking for some papers for my Humanities exams when I saw this list I made last month(not sure if it’s really February..maybe January). Really funny. We are required asked to make a list of the characteristics of our ideal guy( or ideal girl for the guys) and this is my list:
WANTED:100% PERECT GUY
Must at least be a bibliophile like me
Must no be religious
Must be smart in his chosen field(please, have mercy on our children if you’re not that smart!)
Must be fun to be with
Must (at least) be inclined in arts like music, prose and poetry and the like
Must be financially independent
Must be open-minded, thoughtful, caring and can tolerate my moodswings.
If you have thase qualities, I would be happy to serve you!
Acually, my list of that ideal guy would be too long to contain in this paper(in this case blog) and unforunaely, this type of guy is NON- EXISTENT! Screw this!
Yes. You’ve read it right. I DON’T BELIEVE IN BEST FRIENDS. As much as I like the idea of having a best friend, it seems that I can’t compare my friend to another. They are weird unique in their own ways so it’s safer to call them close friends.
You know you're obsessed with Sherlock Holmes when....
1. You find yourself meticulously examining every new person you meet. 2. You secretly wish you had a Watson ‘stache. 3. You don’t hang out with your friends anymore because you’re locked up in your room… solving cases. 4. The funniest joke? Scotland Yard. 5. You always eat toast for breakfast. Always. 6. You sometimes watch your roommate sleep. 7. Moriarty is your sworn enemy. 8. You see the newest unexplainable disappearance or murder on the news, and think, Sherlock Holmes could handle it. 9. You’ve picked a side: Granada, 2009, or BBC. 10. You’ve named your bulldog Gladstone. 11. Pipes and magnifying glasses are suddenly amazingly hot. 12. Your old service revolver is your best friend. 13. To you, Irene Adler is always THE woman. 14. You are lost without your Boswell. 15. Americans are so much fun. (To laugh at.) 16. A seven-percent-solution always clears the mind. 17. Getting high helps you solve cases. 18. You write in little dancing men. 19. You are surprised when you realize Watson has friends. 20. When depressed, you play the violin at one in the morning (much to the resentment of your roommate). 21. You suddenly find yourself talking in a British accent and saying words like “discombobulate.” 22. You are convinced that no woman wants to marry a doctor who can’t tell if a man’s dead or not. 23. Scotland Yard hates your guts, but you give them all the credit anyway. 24. You can’t watch movies, because ten minutes in, you’ve already figured out the ending. 25. You’ve killed the dog. Again. 26. You lay awake at night pondering what the hell that Giant Rat of Sumatra could be. 27. You then think it might have something to do with Ratigan. 28. You’re still looking for a roommate as bad ass as Hotson Watson. 29. You crossdress. For the sake of justice! 30. Your cane is a freakin’ sword. 31. You write “RACHE” all over your wall and draw an outline of a body on your floor so your room looks like the crime scene in A Study in Scarlet. 32. A guy can be twenty years older than you, sexually confused, emotionally detached, obsessed with his work, and still be incredibly sexy.