It’s summer! I guess.

Today I came out to do laundry ( which I still hate ) and to go swimming while I wait for it to finish.


Beautiful when it’s empty, no?

It’s since finished washing, but I’m giving it a few minutes to relax before I switch it round. I’m meanwhile working on my tan.

I swam a few laps – literally like three – and got totally out of breath. But it feels good to actually do something again. Last summer I was so close to my body goals, and then I just let myself slip back so far :( It’s quite depressing.

And I was supposed to take this bold new stance and reform my diet and do lots of exercise, but I just haven’t because it’s hard.

I don’t like doing hard things :(

This summer is very different from last summer. My hair is almost the same length now, but it’s not purple. And I think I’m a lot less happier. Things were simpler and less frustrating last summer. There were these huge possibilities and there was this mysterious person on whom none of my hopes relied. And now…

Now I feel helpless.

I want to change that. But I’m so lazy.



I don’t know what to do for this blog! I’m meant to show you a picture of something I hate, but the very first two things that spring to mind are cockroaches and zombies. I don’t want to do pictures of either one D:

Next on my list of despised things would be Orange Pulp, but that’s hardly an interesting picture. Even if I do stick it in instagram first. Other things I don’t like…I don’t know. I mean, I dislike plenty of things – Domino’s Pizza, pork, the inadequacies of American school systems, self-righteous A/Theists, June Bugs – but I don’t explicitly hate any of them unless they’re in my mouth.

I think I’ll go with Beef Jerky. Because that’s zombie food. So…despite this resembling a picture of meat snacks, it is actually a symbolic representation of zombs – which I just discovered autocorrects to “Sikhs” which is slightly upsetting.



Day eight! Wooh! What have we learned so far? Dru sucks at blogging when she also has other obligations :D

Day 8 is “A picture that makes you laugh”

I had absolutely no idea what I was going to use. Then, conveniently, I stumbled across the scene below:


Basically, little grey car sat at the intersection a little overlong, then red truck honked, then grey car sat out of spite a bit longer, then the truck laid on the horn for literally at least a full minute, accelerating forward until it was about a foot behind the car, at which point the really skinny little girl who was driving threw the truck in park and launched herself out of the driver seat to tell the car’s driver that she would “fucking break off that pretty manicured little finger”

I was just like “Lolwhut?” before running away across the street. I was a little afraid I would get A) Murdered via Vehicular Manslaughter or B) Subpoenaed as a witness to assault with a big red truck :/

But it was hilarious. I don’t really know why. I guess the absurdity of the truck’s aggression just caught me off guard :p


Oh dear :( I didn’t blog for two days. That really, really sucks. But, I got and started a new job so that’s excusable, right? I think it’s excusable.

Any way! I will make up for all of my missed days by producing WAY TOO MUCH CONTENT today :D

Notice how it’s jailbroken? I love my phone <3

First things first: Thursday's Post!

I must share with you a picture of my most treasured item.


Part of the reason this blog was forever-delayed: I don't really know what my most treasured item is. It used to be Piggy, but then she disappeared and stuff. So… I don't know that my phone is my most treasured possession – and now I'm thinking my bike should be :/ – but it's the thing I rely on the most and use the most.

I think.

Meh. I dunno. Possession is flawed and I wish I didn't like owning things as much as I do. But I do. Materialistic Dru is materialistic.


Good Morning

I woke up this morning being pushed off the bed by Sarang. So I got up and went to the bathroom and did some other morning type things.

I came back to this:


Notice how she takes up MY ENTIRE SIDE of the bed?

Brat cat.