Icing over a secret pain
I'm never staying up that late again, no matter what the reason. Although I did get quite a bit of my revision done (even if the tone's changed and the dialogue's choppy). Mostly, I just kept running over things in my head. Occasionally I'd start to analyze things, let my imagination run wild on me before I once again had to mentally silence myself. Woke up and did my laundry and bought posterboard for my project only to come back to hear how someone in my life allowed her boyfriend to talk her into going to a strip club with him. I'm not necessarily sure why she chose me to talk about this with, but anymore I think I'm finally just getting fed up with it. There are just certain things that people dont need to talk to me about. Certain things I cant answer, because let's face it...I dont really know. After awhile, everything just starts to blur together in my head.
Interesting fact: Last night, while I was trying to illustrate to certain members of the opposite sex what women can do to let guys know that they're interested, a certain diplomaless chap I know told me he wanted to become a brain surgeon. I almost burst into hysterics at how absurd that exchange was, but I restrained myself.
Speaking of absurd, new Family Guy tonight. I'm excited.
Interesting fact: Last night, while I was trying to illustrate to certain members of the opposite sex what women can do to let guys know that they're interested, a certain diplomaless chap I know told me he wanted to become a brain surgeon. I almost burst into hysterics at how absurd that exchange was, but I restrained myself.
Speaking of absurd, new Family Guy tonight. I'm excited.