May 27, 2004 15:16
so indie rock is kinda nice. i wish i knew what it was, though. still wishing i knew what i wanted. on those rare occasions that i feel resourceful, i lack direction. at least i have a whole ton of projects on my hands. lots of reading i want to get done. lots of drumming. lots of thinking. lots of writing.
what is it about idle contemplation? how long have a i been addicted to this? seems like i'm always with either absorbed by it or trying to escape it... i wonder how far back it goes. i wonder if the schedules at bixby have made it so that i get distracted or need breaks for thinking or rest constantly. maybe it's a common thing. maybe i should talk to people and remember i'm not special.
you aren't your 'you are not' rant!
what the hell!? arguably this is still a pretty shitty day, but i'm nearly slap happy. oh well. so much for inherent quality of experience. whatever that means... no logical correspondance of emotions to anything whatsoever? they'll think something's wrong. they'll think i'm sick. 'can we do anything to help you?' really. i'm not ill. if anything, maybe you could help me stay this way? i even like my handwriting.
i haven't gotten a papercut in days.