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it's been a while since I've written here. and so far, my life has been going pretty well, except that my hair now looks awful thanks to the stupid hairdresser who ruined it with her dangerous weapon, ie: shears. and there's some hole that's wanting to be filled. but the only person who might have filled it is lost to me. definitely.
something Nicole S. wrote made me think about whining. yeah. sometimes I look at me and I realize I whine because I have nothing better to do. but partly because I feel a need to have something to scream about to make life un-worth struggling for so that someone will come along and make it worthwhile to struggle for. make sense?
anyway, christmas passed by in a quick blaze of people and lights and no company except the family. somehow i'm missing out on everything and some odd dream I had, a little sexually explicit, has chilled me somewhat. it's like an omen, especially when you're a bystander in the dream and the other four people are Form 2s and a storybook character. and not a particularly striking one either, Mr Banerjii. (Cat's Eyes, Margaret Atwood.) something disastrous is going to happen and shatter me and I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. someone want to listen to me rant on MSN now?
incidentally, the F2s in the dream I had are all xanga AND livejournal users (well, some who don't update on xanga or livejournal) AND two of them are from the Drama Club.
quite an omen, I must say. some longing to have it all the same way again?
something Nicole S. wrote made me think about whining. yeah. sometimes I look at me and I realize I whine because I have nothing better to do. but partly because I feel a need to have something to scream about to make life un-worth struggling for so that someone will come along and make it worthwhile to struggle for. make sense?
anyway, christmas passed by in a quick blaze of people and lights and no company except the family. somehow i'm missing out on everything and some odd dream I had, a little sexually explicit, has chilled me somewhat. it's like an omen, especially when you're a bystander in the dream and the other four people are Form 2s and a storybook character. and not a particularly striking one either, Mr Banerjii. (Cat's Eyes, Margaret Atwood.) something disastrous is going to happen and shatter me and I'm not going to be able to do anything about it. someone want to listen to me rant on MSN now?
incidentally, the F2s in the dream I had are all xanga AND livejournal users (well, some who don't update on xanga or livejournal) AND two of them are from the Drama Club.
quite an omen, I must say. some longing to have it all the same way again?