Boo World!
Don't know why I'm digging out my old LJ now, but wheeee! Here I am again!
:)
Ok, anyway, to get to the point. I suppose it's going to be very predictable of me once again. Why else would I unearth my long-forgotten blogs if not to rant and be all mopey? You can almost bet your lifetime's savings on that certainty.
I've somehow managed to find myself in a deep funk where I don't feel like doing anything productive at all despite the truckloads of work that await me, and deadlines which are looming over the coming week. Sigh. I really can't put a finger to it, but mainly it's emotional because I've got that shitty crush syndrome again where all I can do is mope around thinking about that person and replay every single memory of that person in my head. It's so pathetic I could laugh if I weren't so emo about it.
It's so pathetic that I don't even have anyone to confide in, and all I can do is write in some forgotten space in the infinite yonder that is the WWW and pretend that it's been heard. So anyway, ya, if you hear me, please don't reply and let me pretend I'm just screaming out loud into a vast ocean or a deep canyon, things that no one needs to hear. Funny thing is, it does help, doing this. Just letting off that wound-up tension that makes me want to scream or sing insanely or just thump my feet on the floor uncontrollably.
Oh, be still, racing heart! Won't you just listen and behave?
And, oh, if you want to know what hits my squee buttons?
a) Smile with crinkly eyes
b) Shy awkwardness
c) Good neat handwriting
d) SMILE OMG THAT SMILE
I'm so easy to please.
:)
Ok, anyway, to get to the point. I suppose it's going to be very predictable of me once again. Why else would I unearth my long-forgotten blogs if not to rant and be all mopey? You can almost bet your lifetime's savings on that certainty.
I've somehow managed to find myself in a deep funk where I don't feel like doing anything productive at all despite the truckloads of work that await me, and deadlines which are looming over the coming week. Sigh. I really can't put a finger to it, but mainly it's emotional because I've got that shitty crush syndrome again where all I can do is mope around thinking about that person and replay every single memory of that person in my head. It's so pathetic I could laugh if I weren't so emo about it.
It's so pathetic that I don't even have anyone to confide in, and all I can do is write in some forgotten space in the infinite yonder that is the WWW and pretend that it's been heard. So anyway, ya, if you hear me, please don't reply and let me pretend I'm just screaming out loud into a vast ocean or a deep canyon, things that no one needs to hear. Funny thing is, it does help, doing this. Just letting off that wound-up tension that makes me want to scream or sing insanely or just thump my feet on the floor uncontrollably.
Oh, be still, racing heart! Won't you just listen and behave?
And, oh, if you want to know what hits my squee buttons?
a) Smile with crinkly eyes
b) Shy awkwardness
c) Good neat handwriting
d) SMILE OMG THAT SMILE
I'm so easy to please.