2004-09-23
This Isn't Worth Paying Attention To...Like Pop Culture...
hearing: I'm not paying attention...uhm...sounds like, Lost and Found - Echo and the Bunnymen
reading: In The Days of the Comet by H.G. Wells
feeling: dull. asinine. pointless.
Short and sweet is not my forte. Neither is persiflage (vocabulary is my strong point though!!!!!).
Examples of discarded diary entries for today (which, since I�m posting them now, are suddenly not discarded) and proof of above statements:
�As is usual for me lately, I was bored. I had a strange, pathetically inspired moment and thought I would list all the songs that make me really sad/depressed/cry.
About fifteen songs into the list, I realized that I�d need to list more than half my music collection.
I can�t decide what this says about me. Do I listen to a lot of sad music? Or am I just really emotional?
Emo Kid.�
�Four nights in a row now? I hate dreaming about one person that many times in a row. It�s dumb and it messes with my head for the rest of the week. I�m going to be messed up for the next three months if this continues too long.
At least we mixed it up last night, and I dreamt about a gay man. Weird. I think he was hitting on me� or my husband.
Husband. Ew.�
"I am not a people person. At all. I am so unlikeable and anti social, that I know how to alienate a person before they even know me."
"Do they have rehab for addictions to over the counter acetaminophen drugs?
Cause I think between headaches and braces, I�m going to become an addict."
Now, I feel like my existence is utterly pointless.
Way to kill self confidence.
STOP SHREDDING MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE BOREDOMMMMMMM