Boredom
So, I've been bored out of my mind lately. I've tried playing my guitar again. Chris restrung and tuned it for me. I am eternally grateful. Unfortunately, I think I really just suck at it. I don't know. I'll keep trying.
Boredom.
I hooked up my PS2. Can't find any of my memory cards-- I'm pretty pissed about that. Suspicion is that Matt has one of them. Arg. Oh well.
Monotony.
I'm just not ready to bury myself in a book yet. Well, I haven't been. I think I'm going to give it a try tonight.
Continuity.
I've done some movie-watching, some car-washing, some room-cleaning, and some laundry. Still
Bored.
The only times I haven't been bored have been moments spent in the company of a friend, namely being Chris or Seb thus far.
Bingo. Yes, bingo. I've been playing a lot of bingo online. That's how bored I am.
Music. Lots and lots of music. Sanity = music. RHCP, soon to be accompanied by the entire discography of Incubus, too. I really want to go to another concert. I can't believe how many I've planned to go to that have fallen through. Despite the fact that half of the company caused 6 months of misery soon after, Incubus was incredible.
As much as I try, I can't bring myself to find a pure passion for guitar. I was fiddling with the tab for "Under the Bridge" when it came on. I set the guitar aside and haven't picked it back up. I enjoy listening to it so much more than I do attempting to mock it. Then again, that's the beauty of RHCP. God. They blow me away. *stops and listens to "By the Way"* *stops again to listen to The Kooks*
Passion.
That's something I have too much of. It's overwhelming sometimes. Passion for writing, for music, for music, for music, for life, for certain people. For dance. I miss dance. Dance and music. *sigh* Dance and music. How many people do you know that want to break out into dance to RHCP or Incubus? Seriously.
I found a semi-short blonde-looking hair in my guitar case earlier when I took my guitar out. Just makes me scoff. Seriously? Seriously. Seriously? That kid just makes me scoff now, my face cringes with disgust and disdain. For so long it was painful. I wished him nothing but the best. I cried when I knew he was crying-- I cried at the fact that I couldn't be there for him. When I knew she was, I felt better. But I guess through Andre's bullshit, I got so bitter about all of it that I just threw in the towel and gave up on caring. Hence the deletion. *sigh* Deletion.
Despite my boredom, I have an issue at hand. A pretty serious issue for me, really, though perhaps a seemingly simple one to some one else. It's hard to decide, though. It's a matter of instant gratification or potential happiness later-on. That's the problem, though. The potential. That's why I need to see the damn guy again. He tells me he misses me. I "aww", but do I really feel the same? I don't know. I just don't know. But there's so much more to it. There's more I need to know besides how I feel. How I feel is only half the question here.
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How I feel is only half the question.
Boredom.
I hooked up my PS2. Can't find any of my memory cards-- I'm pretty pissed about that. Suspicion is that Matt has one of them. Arg. Oh well.
Monotony.
I'm just not ready to bury myself in a book yet. Well, I haven't been. I think I'm going to give it a try tonight.
Continuity.
I've done some movie-watching, some car-washing, some room-cleaning, and some laundry. Still
Bored.
The only times I haven't been bored have been moments spent in the company of a friend, namely being Chris or Seb thus far.
Bingo. Yes, bingo. I've been playing a lot of bingo online. That's how bored I am.
Music. Lots and lots of music. Sanity = music. RHCP, soon to be accompanied by the entire discography of Incubus, too. I really want to go to another concert. I can't believe how many I've planned to go to that have fallen through. Despite the fact that half of the company caused 6 months of misery soon after, Incubus was incredible.
As much as I try, I can't bring myself to find a pure passion for guitar. I was fiddling with the tab for "Under the Bridge" when it came on. I set the guitar aside and haven't picked it back up. I enjoy listening to it so much more than I do attempting to mock it. Then again, that's the beauty of RHCP. God. They blow me away. *stops and listens to "By the Way"* *stops again to listen to The Kooks*
Passion.
That's something I have too much of. It's overwhelming sometimes. Passion for writing, for music, for music, for music, for life, for certain people. For dance. I miss dance. Dance and music. *sigh* Dance and music. How many people do you know that want to break out into dance to RHCP or Incubus? Seriously.
I found a semi-short blonde-looking hair in my guitar case earlier when I took my guitar out. Just makes me scoff. Seriously? Seriously. Seriously? That kid just makes me scoff now, my face cringes with disgust and disdain. For so long it was painful. I wished him nothing but the best. I cried when I knew he was crying-- I cried at the fact that I couldn't be there for him. When I knew she was, I felt better. But I guess through Andre's bullshit, I got so bitter about all of it that I just threw in the towel and gave up on caring. Hence the deletion. *sigh* Deletion.
Despite my boredom, I have an issue at hand. A pretty serious issue for me, really, though perhaps a seemingly simple one to some one else. It's hard to decide, though. It's a matter of instant gratification or potential happiness later-on. That's the problem, though. The potential. That's why I need to see the damn guy again. He tells me he misses me. I "aww", but do I really feel the same? I don't know. I just don't know. But there's so much more to it. There's more I need to know besides how I feel. How I feel is only half the question here.
flgdejvti453o425Q#@$@%EFrfkljrrd$#FD#RDfDFff%@#.
How I feel is only half the question.