Out of My League

I think I now have an idea of what is so wrong with me.

I guess my biological system is letting me know that I am not getting any younger and that I had not done anything about that.

Just last night, while I was imagining myself in a near death experience (just my absolutely bizarre imagination, I’m afraid), all I could think of was that I wish a vampire or a werewolf would jump in the way and save me.

Well, as rotten luck would have it, no supernatural creature showed itself. Instead, I got home safe and sound and utterly bored with my life.

Yep. I am just bored with my oh so safe, oh so predictable.

I am just longing to feel my heart quicken a bit. My heart has played dead for a long while now. It has not faltered at the sight of a male. My breath remained steady in the presence of the guys I have met.

Now I know why falling in love (or even in crush is such a fascinating experience). It makes us feel a little more alive each day.

I guess I am really more dead than alive right now. All I can think about are the things that I have to do for class, my graduate school requirements, my writing. My life lacks the things that I crave most: adventure, romance and passion.

Love is too weak a word for what I have in mind. Passion, the blazing glory and flame of passion is what I am truly after.

Excuse me, where can one find a werewolf that is physically like Jacob Black (as Meyer described, not as portrayed by Lautner).

Well, Vampire’s are cool. But everybody seems to want them. Urgh! I forgot, everybody wants werewolves now. Let us see. What else is out there?

Hey, everyone, if you find some unclaimed beast or monster out there, just tell me. I am craving for some stupid-lamb-and-sad-masochistic-lion drama here.