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Entry of the great Wilholio:
I feel great.
Fact: After I watch a movie, I usually take on deeper characteristics of myself, don't ask I have no idea what brings it on. If you want to see me at my most genuine, catch a movie with me.
Usually at this point I would be checking my email, deleting lame spam, etc, but I found a need to write in my livejournal. You will be greatly disappointed if you think that this entry is going reveal something of great importance, I tell you now that this entry will not be all that exciting.
I saw RENT. RENT = Officially the greatest movie ever in my book, in it's own right.
Fact: RENT is the first and at this point the last movie to have ever made me cry. Yummy.
After watching a movie I delve into my own mind as to what makes me think the way I do, how I interact with the world, and in general what makes me tick. I also look at what I am aiming for in life. Now I know that makes me sound like I am trying to be philosophical, but I assure you I am in no fucking way a philosopher. Now in the following days after these "movie" moments if you will I tend to get depressed because I want to feel as good as I do now all the time.... er, now I'm just getting mushy.
I have never been more myself as I am when I get in this kind of mood.
Note: I like the way I look.... as narcissistic as that sounds....
Random: I had a rabbit when I was little, I miss him.
I need a hobby, o and for all of you who were going to mention it, video games don't count. I want to pick up an instrument, Piano more then likely, maybe Guitar or Bass. Something I can just chill and play at home.
I have been really fucking uptight lately, I noticed it this morning and I hate being like that, grrr stress.
Fact/Note: I like the skills I have, and I always want more.
I tend to lack will power, which is why my screen name is byforceofwil, a reminder that I need to flex my will power more often.
Still alone, still single, I just need a good significant other to relax with, cuddle with, to hold. Er, mushy alert, heh.
Going on, still 50/50 as to whether I move to Washington or not. My dad lives in Washington which would be why I would move there and not anywhere else. Moving would mean I leave my "stomping grounds". I would also leave here broke with little to live on. I desperately want to get back into college, and it would be hard to do that if I moved in with my dad considering he lives on an island off the coast. I would be taking a boat to college, over exaggerated but that's how it looks. If I moved to a city in Washington, like Seattle, I would have to find a job within the first week as well as an apartment. But if and when I did move I would more then likely be free of this funk that seems to follow me around Tucson. If I stayed it would just be more of the same ol' stable boring comfortable stuff that I deal with now.
Random: Vote! My hair, long or short? If you think Long put a ~ somewhere in your comment. If you think Short put a # somewhere in your comment.
If I stay here I am going to need to get my own place by myself.
Note: I wish I was a bit more OCD then I am already, I wonder of there are any prescription drugs that increase OCD. Prescription!
Lame: Gotta end this abruptly due to lack of brain power, notice I wrote this at roughly 1 am. I have to end this sooner or later anyway, so that time is now.
Log ended.
Fact: I will not write an entry like this for a long time so drink it in and stabilize yourself for the rest of my entries which will be boring as fuck, not that this was so great.
Fin.
Told you it wouldn't be that exciting.
I feel great.
Fact: After I watch a movie, I usually take on deeper characteristics of myself, don't ask I have no idea what brings it on. If you want to see me at my most genuine, catch a movie with me.
Usually at this point I would be checking my email, deleting lame spam, etc, but I found a need to write in my livejournal. You will be greatly disappointed if you think that this entry is going reveal something of great importance, I tell you now that this entry will not be all that exciting.
I saw RENT. RENT = Officially the greatest movie ever in my book, in it's own right.
Fact: RENT is the first and at this point the last movie to have ever made me cry. Yummy.
After watching a movie I delve into my own mind as to what makes me think the way I do, how I interact with the world, and in general what makes me tick. I also look at what I am aiming for in life. Now I know that makes me sound like I am trying to be philosophical, but I assure you I am in no fucking way a philosopher. Now in the following days after these "movie" moments if you will I tend to get depressed because I want to feel as good as I do now all the time.... er, now I'm just getting mushy.
I have never been more myself as I am when I get in this kind of mood.
Note: I like the way I look.... as narcissistic as that sounds....
Random: I had a rabbit when I was little, I miss him.
I need a hobby, o and for all of you who were going to mention it, video games don't count. I want to pick up an instrument, Piano more then likely, maybe Guitar or Bass. Something I can just chill and play at home.
I have been really fucking uptight lately, I noticed it this morning and I hate being like that, grrr stress.
Fact/Note: I like the skills I have, and I always want more.
I tend to lack will power, which is why my screen name is byforceofwil, a reminder that I need to flex my will power more often.
Still alone, still single, I just need a good significant other to relax with, cuddle with, to hold. Er, mushy alert, heh.
Going on, still 50/50 as to whether I move to Washington or not. My dad lives in Washington which would be why I would move there and not anywhere else. Moving would mean I leave my "stomping grounds". I would also leave here broke with little to live on. I desperately want to get back into college, and it would be hard to do that if I moved in with my dad considering he lives on an island off the coast. I would be taking a boat to college, over exaggerated but that's how it looks. If I moved to a city in Washington, like Seattle, I would have to find a job within the first week as well as an apartment. But if and when I did move I would more then likely be free of this funk that seems to follow me around Tucson. If I stayed it would just be more of the same ol' stable boring comfortable stuff that I deal with now.
Random: Vote! My hair, long or short? If you think Long put a ~ somewhere in your comment. If you think Short put a # somewhere in your comment.
If I stay here I am going to need to get my own place by myself.
Note: I wish I was a bit more OCD then I am already, I wonder of there are any prescription drugs that increase OCD. Prescription!
Lame: Gotta end this abruptly due to lack of brain power, notice I wrote this at roughly 1 am. I have to end this sooner or later anyway, so that time is now.
Log ended.
Fact: I will not write an entry like this for a long time so drink it in and stabilize yourself for the rest of my entries which will be boring as fuck, not that this was so great.
Fin.
Told you it wouldn't be that exciting.