Dat baby don't look like me...
Hahaha so I'm going to Otakon. Oh what possesses me. I've never been to a nerd convention before, and I don't even know that much about anime. It'll be an experience for certain. I get to go on a train! :D
Ho hum so I used up all the pages in Book of Wonders the Second the other day, so I got a new one. It's blue and it's got robots on it. It's pretty sweet, even if the pages aren't college-ruled and don't really have margins to write random stuff in. Shh... I'll survive somehow.
Some weird stuff has been going on lately. I guess that isn't anything new. It's strange how you think you can feel yourself getting better, and that's supposed to be good, but you don't know how or why, and you don't want to forget, and you hate yourself for even thinking for a moment you could ever recover from it. It's supposed to be a balance, maybe. But it isn't. It's horrific, if anything.
And I really wish people would stop lying to me. That, or at least stop insulting my intelligence by thinking that I honestly don't know about it.
Productive things of late. Am applied for artsy endeavours. Am registered as a volunteer for the McCain '08 campaign. Am wishing I didn't suck so hard at uh. Everything. / t3h emo lol omg
And I want to talk to you. But social adeptness was never a quality of mine. I know it's something that I either really should or really shouldn't do. It will be easier now that I have already begun, as weak as it is. I guess it requires thought, as all things do.
I want to listen to some Of Montreal now. But I have to wash my hair. Blah.
Ho hum so I used up all the pages in Book of Wonders the Second the other day, so I got a new one. It's blue and it's got robots on it. It's pretty sweet, even if the pages aren't college-ruled and don't really have margins to write random stuff in. Shh... I'll survive somehow.
Some weird stuff has been going on lately. I guess that isn't anything new. It's strange how you think you can feel yourself getting better, and that's supposed to be good, but you don't know how or why, and you don't want to forget, and you hate yourself for even thinking for a moment you could ever recover from it. It's supposed to be a balance, maybe. But it isn't. It's horrific, if anything.
And I really wish people would stop lying to me. That, or at least stop insulting my intelligence by thinking that I honestly don't know about it.
Productive things of late. Am applied for artsy endeavours. Am registered as a volunteer for the McCain '08 campaign. Am wishing I didn't suck so hard at uh. Everything. / t3h emo lol omg
And I want to talk to you. But social adeptness was never a quality of mine. I know it's something that I either really should or really shouldn't do. It will be easier now that I have already begun, as weak as it is. I guess it requires thought, as all things do.
I want to listen to some Of Montreal now. But I have to wash my hair. Blah.