there IS a first time for everything
wow. a livejournal. my very own livejournal. i never knew this day would come, but here i am. i've spent several years reading everyone else's journals, resisting my fate, repressing the urge to self-medicate through writing when i know fully well i thrive off the self-absorbed nature of the pen (or keyboard, as the case may be).
that said, i'll begin the way i always used to begin my written journal entries as a child:
dear [enter journal's pet name for the day],
today was _______. i feel very _______right now. do you think i am too ____? why is life so ______?
much love,
[enter pet name for self]
ps. i have a big crush on _____!
alright here goes:
dear mathilde,
today was so routinely depressing. i woke up in an empty bed and felt like i had forgotten how to open my eyes. i ate, went to "Anthropology of Violence and Suffering," ate again, avoided work, finally did some work, went to traffic court where i experienced the maddening vortex of bureaucracy but got my fines reduced nonetheless, and came home to start the next chapter of my senior project which i still have not gotten around to somehow. but i feel a little better since i drank some tea with nikkya and we talked about high school scandals and how stupid our old friends from home can be. do you think i am too judgmental? i think i just have my wits about me.
why is life so frustratingly slow sometimes?
much love,
Embilically
ps. i have such a big crush on Sanjay DeSilva. i wish he would father my children. except i am gay.
the end.
now... if i can only eke out a mere 10-15 pages in the next 12 hours, everything will be alright. fridays = happy!
i have arrived!
that said, i'll begin the way i always used to begin my written journal entries as a child:
dear [enter journal's pet name for the day],
today was _______. i feel very _______right now. do you think i am too ____? why is life so ______?
much love,
[enter pet name for self]
ps. i have a big crush on _____!
alright here goes:
dear mathilde,
today was so routinely depressing. i woke up in an empty bed and felt like i had forgotten how to open my eyes. i ate, went to "Anthropology of Violence and Suffering," ate again, avoided work, finally did some work, went to traffic court where i experienced the maddening vortex of bureaucracy but got my fines reduced nonetheless, and came home to start the next chapter of my senior project which i still have not gotten around to somehow. but i feel a little better since i drank some tea with nikkya and we talked about high school scandals and how stupid our old friends from home can be. do you think i am too judgmental? i think i just have my wits about me.
why is life so frustratingly slow sometimes?
much love,
Embilically
ps. i have such a big crush on Sanjay DeSilva. i wish he would father my children. except i am gay.
the end.
now... if i can only eke out a mere 10-15 pages in the next 12 hours, everything will be alright. fridays = happy!
i have arrived!