If you go through and read all of this...you are one bored person.
I cannot, for the life of me, concentrate. So I have turned to thee, LiveJournal. This relationship is a sordid affair, in case you were wondering. I am addicted to you, and not in a good way. Well, "addiction" carries that connotation of being a terrible horrible no good very bad thing, anyways.
I need sleep.
I need to not be headachey and sore.
I need to concentrate on homework.
BUT I CAN'T.
I want to call someone, but I don't know what to say. It's like, just wanting to hear their voice, and hear them talk about their day, and tell them that you and J.Goe and Kim helped some disabled guy in a dead (motorized) wheelchair get home (Good God, but that wheelchair was heavy to push along). I am not capable of witty or intelligent conversation at the moment. Nor am I capable of concentration.
So why am I able to write well in here? ...Hell if I know.
I got to blow up balloons today at work. I seriously considered snagging some helium, but reconsidered said action because of its pointlessness.
I'll just steal people baked goods instead.
What exactly is the point of this Valentine's Day, anyways?
Another excuse to spend money on your significant other? Consumerism? A day to pig out on chocolate hearts because you feel snubbed by society's insistence that you be attached to another person in a romantic sense? A day to mourn your singleness and the lack of people to fill that space? A day to celebrate the love in your life, whether platonic or otherwise? A good excuse to go out and get laid?
Speaking of getting laid...it seems to be overrated at times. Or else this is just me, reacting to the plethora (and when I say plethora, it's really like two) of people of the male gender trying to casually get favors from me.
-"I'll get some condoms anyways."
--"I doubt you'll need them."
Good Christ, not everything is about sex! Yes, I know. It is nice. It is good.
But not with an almost-stranger.
Or maybe I just don't like getting propositions from random guys asking me to drive to their house to hang out and dry hump when I make it pretty clear, I think, that I am happy with the person I am with and am not wanting to do anything but perhaps hang. I'm all for being friends. Friends are good! But not FWB...it's just not me. I'm not going to compromise my values, my morality, my ME-ness, to go and drive an hour to have you try and put your hands where they are not wanted. I can drive two and have someone else do it and be completely satisfied and happy and great about life.
Why do I even talk to random people? It seems like I attract all the crazy sex-obsessed ones. Bah, I say to them. BAH.
I went to Wesley with Alex, M@, and Kim. It was good. I had fun! And dinner! And dessert!
I would like to return.
I think my ideas about my life are reforming as I go out and experience more and learn more. Every day.
I don't think I really have bad days anymore because I ultimately look at the good/decent things that happen. Bloody optimism. Really though, if you learn something, no matter how small it may seem, then the day is not wasted.
We must all make what we can of our lives.
Who else will?
I don't know if I pray so much anymore, as thank God for what I have. Just taking a few seconds and stopping and sending a "thank you!" out...it makes a difference. I think I appreciate things more than I have before.
Some people make it so easy to love them.