and so it begins....
Well, here I am. writing my first real lj entry. I have decided to write it now because of a number of things:
1) Rich and Angel are, for the first time I can remember, going to sleep before me, leaving me wiht nothing better to do than to stare at some computer screen in grim hopes that it will show me something interesting.
2) No one of sexual interest is online, save for one, and I really don't feel sexual interest for her, anyway. we just sleep together. really.
3)I can't go to sleep because I'm too not tired to not not go to not my bed, and not not not sleep.
4)I"m bored
5)not that I only write on my lj when I'm bored
6) usually, mastubation does the trick.
7)*cough
9)did I mention I'm bored?
no but seriously. I love my view out my window at night. I can see over on them mountains all those buildings and lights and stuff. all conveniantly elevated for maximum lookage from my 4th floor window. It's funny, because if you look out Rich's side of the room, this fat-ass tree and building block everything.
You ever feel like your grasp on reality is slowly slipping through your fingers as you forge on later and later into the night? I kind of feel like that now. The funny thing is, I really enjoy it. I love that heavy eyelid feeling, like your eyes are slowing being sucked into your skull at a pleasent rate of half a millimetre a minute. I like all the extra blinking I have to do to clear that milky white haze that beffuddles my eyes after a while. I like the apathetic, lazy feeling that comes over my body at a certain point, when it simply dosn't care about anything any more. This is usually when I start makeing a lot of really wierd typos. forunatly there's a spell check on this thing, so all is good. Not that I'd really spend the time to make all the corrections anyway. I think my errors make my write more origenal, or maybe just retarded. Who cares? And finally, I love the state my mind slips into at this time of morning/night. I feel i am at my most creative peak that I can get to. The ironic thing is, I have yet to postpone an essay to the last minute so I have the oppurtunity to write something potentially awsome for class. But then again, writing something for school seems like....not something I'd want to be doing right now. I'd much rather listen to my roomate's music, while trying away at lj, and occasinally glancing over my shoulder to look at Rich and Angel, off in thier own Rich and Angel world. and typing on lj. I'd like to take a picture of them right now, to piss them off in the morning, but somehow I'm glued to my chair. I feel like if I left my room, I would amke it about two feet before falling (in slow motion) to the ground and going to sleep. actually, that sounds really good right now. Ever want to just like, go somewhere random and sleep? I have. I do. I think today's place is the couch in the 4th floor lobby. I wonder if I'd get woken up by the patrolling RAs on dudty tonight.....
1) Rich and Angel are, for the first time I can remember, going to sleep before me, leaving me wiht nothing better to do than to stare at some computer screen in grim hopes that it will show me something interesting.
2) No one of sexual interest is online, save for one, and I really don't feel sexual interest for her, anyway. we just sleep together. really.
3)I can't go to sleep because I'm too not tired to not not go to not my bed, and not not not sleep.
4)I"m bored
5)not that I only write on my lj when I'm bored
6) usually, mastubation does the trick.
7)*cough
9)did I mention I'm bored?
no but seriously. I love my view out my window at night. I can see over on them mountains all those buildings and lights and stuff. all conveniantly elevated for maximum lookage from my 4th floor window. It's funny, because if you look out Rich's side of the room, this fat-ass tree and building block everything.
You ever feel like your grasp on reality is slowly slipping through your fingers as you forge on later and later into the night? I kind of feel like that now. The funny thing is, I really enjoy it. I love that heavy eyelid feeling, like your eyes are slowing being sucked into your skull at a pleasent rate of half a millimetre a minute. I like all the extra blinking I have to do to clear that milky white haze that beffuddles my eyes after a while. I like the apathetic, lazy feeling that comes over my body at a certain point, when it simply dosn't care about anything any more. This is usually when I start makeing a lot of really wierd typos. forunatly there's a spell check on this thing, so all is good. Not that I'd really spend the time to make all the corrections anyway. I think my errors make my write more origenal, or maybe just retarded. Who cares? And finally, I love the state my mind slips into at this time of morning/night. I feel i am at my most creative peak that I can get to. The ironic thing is, I have yet to postpone an essay to the last minute so I have the oppurtunity to write something potentially awsome for class. But then again, writing something for school seems like....not something I'd want to be doing right now. I'd much rather listen to my roomate's music, while trying away at lj, and occasinally glancing over my shoulder to look at Rich and Angel, off in thier own Rich and Angel world. and typing on lj. I'd like to take a picture of them right now, to piss them off in the morning, but somehow I'm glued to my chair. I feel like if I left my room, I would amke it about two feet before falling (in slow motion) to the ground and going to sleep. actually, that sounds really good right now. Ever want to just like, go somewhere random and sleep? I have. I do. I think today's place is the couch in the 4th floor lobby. I wonder if I'd get woken up by the patrolling RAs on dudty tonight.....