Strange Little Girl
Sometimes I wish there were two of me, so one of me could strangle the other and be all "Go do something useful for a change! Do your work now!" And then hover over the other's shoulder until it was all done. That would help me accomplish much much more! Guh. I'm so frustrated with myself.
And I'm also very strange. I have constant daydreams that come unbidden to my head. I mean CONSTANT. If there's nothing around to stimulate my brain, I write journal entries or have conversations in my head. They're usually one-way where I explain things to them (write in my journal)- mostly as to why I'm so strange, why I act a certian way/do/say a certian thing, etc. I want people to know WHY I'm the way I am. Maybe it's a way for my brain to better understand myself. It doesn't work, though.
Speaking of unbidden daydreams, I was walking to one of my classes today and I saw some geese grazing on one of the only patches of grass that are showing through all the snow. I imagined myself sitting down next to them with my arm around one and another sitting next to me with its head in my lap. Someone was taking a photo, but the goose which I was hugging got defensive - like it was trying to protect me. He started honking and flapping its wings at the camera person. Yeah.
I swear, they're like waking dreams! I have absolutely nothing to do with them. They're sort of like twisted film clips. Ugh. I'm so strange.
Well anyways -- TWO MORE DAYS TILL BREAK! ARMAHGAWD!
And I'm also very strange. I have constant daydreams that come unbidden to my head. I mean CONSTANT. If there's nothing around to stimulate my brain, I write journal entries or have conversations in my head. They're usually one-way where I explain things to them (write in my journal)- mostly as to why I'm so strange, why I act a certian way/do/say a certian thing, etc. I want people to know WHY I'm the way I am. Maybe it's a way for my brain to better understand myself. It doesn't work, though.
Speaking of unbidden daydreams, I was walking to one of my classes today and I saw some geese grazing on one of the only patches of grass that are showing through all the snow. I imagined myself sitting down next to them with my arm around one and another sitting next to me with its head in my lap. Someone was taking a photo, but the goose which I was hugging got defensive - like it was trying to protect me. He started honking and flapping its wings at the camera person. Yeah.
I swear, they're like waking dreams! I have absolutely nothing to do with them. They're sort of like twisted film clips. Ugh. I'm so strange.
Well anyways -- TWO MORE DAYS TILL BREAK! ARMAHGAWD!