Life through the eyes of a brain dead person.
I feel strange. I know I probably am strange, but I don't often feel
it. But now I do. It's like my brain has gone into sleep mode, but I'm
not asleep... as you can see! (Or read, or something). I don't feel
intelligent anyway. I collided with Dad in the kitchen earlier this
afternoon, and then dropped David's tea cup, which smashed. Good thing
it's his birthday next week - I know what I'm buying him;-)
I've been having half revelations this afternoon, something to do with the state of my mind no doubt. Perhaps I'm getting the guilts, but I don't think so. I take so many people for granted and it hurts when I realise. I wish I was perfect - life would be easy.
Joe is turning 21 on the 10th of next month, and on the 27th of this month we're having a party for him! That's just under two weeks away. It's anazing how fast the date is coming up. It's exciting too. His friends are all so nice - most people probably don't like their big brother's friends, but I do. There are 25 or so peeps invited, some of which we know, and others we don't, so it will be lots of fun. We're planning exciting things, and our cousins are coming too! You know the legendary Danielle? She and her other legendary family members (well nearly all of them but not all - sadly) are coming over, not just for that but we can pretend they are anyway (why pretend exactly I don't know). We haven't seen them since they ran away* at the beginning of the year, so it will be so so good. We're really quite excited.
I'm feeling down about schoolwork, and I think that's part of the whole mood. I don't want to wake up tomorrow. I mean I do, but not for 20th world history and Broadway research. I've had enough. But that's a bad attitude, and I think I've just got to chill out. I'm such a stress freak, and I have to keep looking at the big picture. It's not as if someone is going to die if I don't ever finish the research paper and the history book. But I do want to, but if for some reason I don't it's not going to kill anyone. *sigh*
Sonfest... has been... cancelled. Yep, you read it rightly - it's never going to be on again. We're sad. BUT, there is another Christian music festival called Black Stump that is apparently quite similar, and we're going! And so are Annie and Vance. And so is Joe! And someone else special. It's on the October long weekend in Sydney. Yay.
I've been thinking of things to write all weekend, but of course now they've all run away and I can't remember them. I got a e-mail to Bonnie finished and sent. I was going to say "So you can expect that soon Bonnie" but with this modern technology, it's already at your house! Braindead I know... And I thought about writing to Danielle, but of course I didn't get it done, but at least thinking about doing it is better than not thinking about it at all, right? Right???
My sister is a tease. But I still like her.
She and I watched Cats yesterday. And it's seriously, leftfield! Man alive, it's so... like nothing I've ever seen. Cats prancing around in beautiful (not!) cotumes singing songs about how they are jellical cats. ? There was a plot, but it wasn't that important. There was a cat we call Rock Star Cat (but that's not his real name) 'cause he had on a slinky leatard (spelling? and I even used to do physi!) instead of a furry one, and a feather bower and a dog chain necklace. And though it was obvious that he was classically trained, he could rock! He was good too, though a little over the top at times. The song Magical Mr Mistoffelees was my favourite, oh, and Memory - those two cats (ooops, ladies) had amazing voices. But the midi version doesn't do much for the genious of Lord Webber.
Well I really should wrap up. I hope I am at least halfly sociable at church, and don't just walk blindly past people. Chocoalte muffins and Echo with marshmallows have helped wake my brain up a little.
So ta ta.
*That will give them a bad name, so I better just add that they didn't really run away, they moved away. But they moved to the ends of the earth. Alright, not to the ends of the earth, but nearly to the end of Australia.
I've been having half revelations this afternoon, something to do with the state of my mind no doubt. Perhaps I'm getting the guilts, but I don't think so. I take so many people for granted and it hurts when I realise. I wish I was perfect - life would be easy.
Joe is turning 21 on the 10th of next month, and on the 27th of this month we're having a party for him! That's just under two weeks away. It's anazing how fast the date is coming up. It's exciting too. His friends are all so nice - most people probably don't like their big brother's friends, but I do. There are 25 or so peeps invited, some of which we know, and others we don't, so it will be lots of fun. We're planning exciting things, and our cousins are coming too! You know the legendary Danielle? She and her other legendary family members (well nearly all of them but not all - sadly) are coming over, not just for that but we can pretend they are anyway (why pretend exactly I don't know). We haven't seen them since they ran away* at the beginning of the year, so it will be so so good. We're really quite excited.
I'm feeling down about schoolwork, and I think that's part of the whole mood. I don't want to wake up tomorrow. I mean I do, but not for 20th world history and Broadway research. I've had enough. But that's a bad attitude, and I think I've just got to chill out. I'm such a stress freak, and I have to keep looking at the big picture. It's not as if someone is going to die if I don't ever finish the research paper and the history book. But I do want to, but if for some reason I don't it's not going to kill anyone. *sigh*
Sonfest... has been... cancelled. Yep, you read it rightly - it's never going to be on again. We're sad. BUT, there is another Christian music festival called Black Stump that is apparently quite similar, and we're going! And so are Annie and Vance. And so is Joe! And someone else special. It's on the October long weekend in Sydney. Yay.
I've been thinking of things to write all weekend, but of course now they've all run away and I can't remember them. I got a e-mail to Bonnie finished and sent. I was going to say "So you can expect that soon Bonnie" but with this modern technology, it's already at your house! Braindead I know... And I thought about writing to Danielle, but of course I didn't get it done, but at least thinking about doing it is better than not thinking about it at all, right? Right???
My sister is a tease. But I still like her.
She and I watched Cats yesterday. And it's seriously, leftfield! Man alive, it's so... like nothing I've ever seen. Cats prancing around in beautiful (not!) cotumes singing songs about how they are jellical cats. ? There was a plot, but it wasn't that important. There was a cat we call Rock Star Cat (but that's not his real name) 'cause he had on a slinky leatard (spelling? and I even used to do physi!) instead of a furry one, and a feather bower and a dog chain necklace. And though it was obvious that he was classically trained, he could rock! He was good too, though a little over the top at times. The song Magical Mr Mistoffelees was my favourite, oh, and Memory - those two cats (ooops, ladies) had amazing voices. But the midi version doesn't do much for the genious of Lord Webber.
Well I really should wrap up. I hope I am at least halfly sociable at church, and don't just walk blindly past people. Chocoalte muffins and Echo with marshmallows have helped wake my brain up a little.
So ta ta.
*That will give them a bad name, so I better just add that they didn't really run away, they moved away. But they moved to the ends of the earth. Alright, not to the ends of the earth, but nearly to the end of Australia.