in the heat of the night
In the heat of the night
Seems like a cold sweat
Creeping cross my brow, oh yes
In the heat of the night
I'm feelin' motherless somehow
Stars with evil eyes stare from the skies
All mean and bright
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It's that time of the day again. Or maybe it's just that time of the month again. Take a guess.
You were probably right; I'm feeling weird again.
For the past month, I've been trying to make this livejournal about my life rather than about my random rants in the middle of the night about nothing. Nothing that matters or nothing that improves me in any way. Please, believe me when I say that my life isn't always full of angst. It's actually fun a lot of the time...it's just...I'm not around to post an entry on LJ when I'm happy about something. So don't worry. I'm not completely insanely depressed. :P
Actually, this weekend was the most fun I've had in a very long time. With the exception of my Nevada excursion for Spring Break, I hadn't been too social for the past month or two. On Friday nights, I always opted to stay in my room and play video games or read instead of going out to party and be with other people for once. It was a weird time. I just had a lot of things on my mind but nothing that I can coherently state in words. They were all just eerie blends of emotion, leaving me unable to put a label on it. I can't call it "sad" or "lonely". It was a combination of a lot of different feelings, all over the histrionic spectrum.
I actually went out to a party at UNC, which is 45 minutes away, with a lot of my friends. I was almost on the verge of just sticking to my whole room-love thing but I was persuaded over and I ended up going and probably enjoying myself more than I'd like to admit. It was fun. Dancing my thighs off (they are still sore. i'm so pathetically out of shape.) was euphoric. Stress flying away like the beads of sweat and the specks of dust.
But now, as usual, I'm back to my workload. Or...rather trying to avoid it. It's completely bright out and I'm sitting here with a paper due 3pm, not even started it and without a clue as to what in God's name I'm going to write about. But I'll come up with something. I usually do.
I remember posting on my other unmentionable journal about the whole teenage concept of romance and a friend of mine from back home whom I was chatting with brought that up and confuddled me in a refreshing way again. I was involved in the regular good ol' drama again and it felt new. I kind of liked it. And somehow this weekend was just what I needed to get myself back in the groove. The strange thing is, I thought I could see it coming.
Enough of this nonsense. I have a college lifestyle that I have to go back to.
By the way, the chasing and the pushing-and-pulling is probably the best part.
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Ain't a woman yet been born
Knows how to make the morning come
So hard to keep control
When I could sell my soul
For just a little light
In the heat of the night
Seems like a cold sweat
Creeping cross my brow, oh yes
In the heat of the night
I'm feelin' motherless somehow
Stars with evil eyes stare from the skies
All mean and bright
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It's that time of the day again. Or maybe it's just that time of the month again. Take a guess.
You were probably right; I'm feeling weird again.
For the past month, I've been trying to make this livejournal about my life rather than about my random rants in the middle of the night about nothing. Nothing that matters or nothing that improves me in any way. Please, believe me when I say that my life isn't always full of angst. It's actually fun a lot of the time...it's just...I'm not around to post an entry on LJ when I'm happy about something. So don't worry. I'm not completely insanely depressed. :P
Actually, this weekend was the most fun I've had in a very long time. With the exception of my Nevada excursion for Spring Break, I hadn't been too social for the past month or two. On Friday nights, I always opted to stay in my room and play video games or read instead of going out to party and be with other people for once. It was a weird time. I just had a lot of things on my mind but nothing that I can coherently state in words. They were all just eerie blends of emotion, leaving me unable to put a label on it. I can't call it "sad" or "lonely". It was a combination of a lot of different feelings, all over the histrionic spectrum.
I actually went out to a party at UNC, which is 45 minutes away, with a lot of my friends. I was almost on the verge of just sticking to my whole room-love thing but I was persuaded over and I ended up going and probably enjoying myself more than I'd like to admit. It was fun. Dancing my thighs off (they are still sore. i'm so pathetically out of shape.) was euphoric. Stress flying away like the beads of sweat and the specks of dust.
But now, as usual, I'm back to my workload. Or...rather trying to avoid it. It's completely bright out and I'm sitting here with a paper due 3pm, not even started it and without a clue as to what in God's name I'm going to write about. But I'll come up with something. I usually do.
I remember posting on my other unmentionable journal about the whole teenage concept of romance and a friend of mine from back home whom I was chatting with brought that up and confuddled me in a refreshing way again. I was involved in the regular good ol' drama again and it felt new. I kind of liked it. And somehow this weekend was just what I needed to get myself back in the groove. The strange thing is, I thought I could see it coming.
Enough of this nonsense. I have a college lifestyle that I have to go back to.
By the way, the chasing and the pushing-and-pulling is probably the best part.
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Ain't a woman yet been born
Knows how to make the morning come
So hard to keep control
When I could sell my soul
For just a little light
In the heat of the night