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Well my last few entries have been pretty whiny, so I'll try to halt that shit.
I guess I'm in a better mood. A couple of nights of heavy drinking will do that to you, I guess. I've been trying to flex my social muscle a bit more, since sitting at home alone playing WoW gets old.
Work was pretty shitty today. It was just one of those days that I wanted fucking throat-punch virtually everyone I came across.
This was one of those entries that I started thinking I had something to say, but then realized, at this point, that nope, I, in fact, had not a goddamned thing to write. But that rarely stops me.
I haven't been reading all that much lately. I've been reading Super-Cannes, by J.G. Ballard, and I'm like a fourth of the way through it, and it hasn't really pulled me in yet. It's not bad enough for me to stop reading, but I'm rarely motivated to read it, either. My Mom let me borrow the Kite Runner which like every person that comes into Borders tells me is the best book ever, but I really have to force myself to read books like that. You know, ones that are universally loved. But it's kind of adorable that my Mom gave me a book to read, so I'll do it, I guess. Especially since I made her read the Baroque Cycle, so I probably owe her. I also have a couple of books that Laura let me borrow that I have to read, to. Not counting the like 50 books on my bookshelf that I still haven't gotten around to read. I need to make some sort of "Books to Read List" that I'll totally ignore.
I bought a new paper journal a couple of months ago but have yet to write in it. Actually, I'm not even sure I know where I put it. I find it hard to write something knowing that no one will ever read it. You know, because I'm an attention whore.
Ben's coming tomorrow, so that should be fun.
I guess I'm in a better mood. A couple of nights of heavy drinking will do that to you, I guess. I've been trying to flex my social muscle a bit more, since sitting at home alone playing WoW gets old.
Work was pretty shitty today. It was just one of those days that I wanted fucking throat-punch virtually everyone I came across.
This was one of those entries that I started thinking I had something to say, but then realized, at this point, that nope, I, in fact, had not a goddamned thing to write. But that rarely stops me.
I haven't been reading all that much lately. I've been reading Super-Cannes, by J.G. Ballard, and I'm like a fourth of the way through it, and it hasn't really pulled me in yet. It's not bad enough for me to stop reading, but I'm rarely motivated to read it, either. My Mom let me borrow the Kite Runner which like every person that comes into Borders tells me is the best book ever, but I really have to force myself to read books like that. You know, ones that are universally loved. But it's kind of adorable that my Mom gave me a book to read, so I'll do it, I guess. Especially since I made her read the Baroque Cycle, so I probably owe her. I also have a couple of books that Laura let me borrow that I have to read, to. Not counting the like 50 books on my bookshelf that I still haven't gotten around to read. I need to make some sort of "Books to Read List" that I'll totally ignore.
I bought a new paper journal a couple of months ago but have yet to write in it. Actually, I'm not even sure I know where I put it. I find it hard to write something knowing that no one will ever read it. You know, because I'm an attention whore.
Ben's coming tomorrow, so that should be fun.