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I've been trapped now in this 7th hour for what seems like days. No, that's a lie, if feels like about 2 hours or so? I use to be so good with being able to gage the passage of time, down to the minute even if it had been hours since I last look at a clock. I think I still have that ability but I just think about it too much causing me to be inaccurate. I've noticed a lot of the time keeping devices in my life have been out of tune. The clock in the lobby at work is two minutes ahead of where it should be. Or rather according to my co-workers it's three minutes behind (they prefer that so customers leave earlier when we close. A 5 minute buffer for those who linger.)
I'm writing because I want to write. I haven't written in awhile. I am rather rusty, and my vocabulary has been dwindling. Mmmmmm.... When I write out livejournal entries, I feel like my writing is self hypnotizing. Subconsciously I searching for the rhythm... mmmmm no.... pattern.... mmmm yes... to massage me the right way. To achieve the aesthetics I like.
Aesthetics... yes... My head hurts, my fingers smell of cheese (no joke), and my teeth feel dirty. These things are not aesthetically pleasing. Well at least not at the moment. I can see how in theory they could be pleasing for a nutter like me.
Hmmmm.... I would like to incorporate pictures and video clips.... no. In the time to search I would loose my vision.
I need to finish 7 Samurai. Why do I keep pushing it back?... Pushing it back? Pushing it forward in time. Delaying what will happen. I tend to do that a lot. I get over excited. I disappoint myself when I'm anti-climatic.
The climate. This cold hurts me. Maybe emotionally and psychologically, well very most likely, but I meant physically. My body aches. I probably should go back to warmth at some point in the future. I like the snow and I like wearing layers but I don't like the cold.
The cold is an intense thing. One of the few intense things I don't like. Like really spicy food when it goes in my mouth. On my face, in my eyes, that's another story.
I think I will end this entry now and start a new one.
I'm writing because I want to write. I haven't written in awhile. I am rather rusty, and my vocabulary has been dwindling. Mmmmmm.... When I write out livejournal entries, I feel like my writing is self hypnotizing. Subconsciously I searching for the rhythm... mmmmm no.... pattern.... mmmm yes... to massage me the right way. To achieve the aesthetics I like.
Aesthetics... yes... My head hurts, my fingers smell of cheese (no joke), and my teeth feel dirty. These things are not aesthetically pleasing. Well at least not at the moment. I can see how in theory they could be pleasing for a nutter like me.
Hmmmm.... I would like to incorporate pictures and video clips.... no. In the time to search I would loose my vision.
I need to finish 7 Samurai. Why do I keep pushing it back?... Pushing it back? Pushing it forward in time. Delaying what will happen. I tend to do that a lot. I get over excited. I disappoint myself when I'm anti-climatic.
The climate. This cold hurts me. Maybe emotionally and psychologically, well very most likely, but I meant physically. My body aches. I probably should go back to warmth at some point in the future. I like the snow and I like wearing layers but I don't like the cold.
The cold is an intense thing. One of the few intense things I don't like. Like really spicy food when it goes in my mouth. On my face, in my eyes, that's another story.
I think I will end this entry now and start a new one.