Summer warmed the open window of her honeymoon
THE most BEAUTIFUL cool, spring air is rushing through my room right now. LIKE I CANNOT EXPLAIN IT. IT FEELS RIGHT NOW LIKE HOW MY LJ LOOKS. DOES THAT MAKE SENSE. And it's so exciting because normally, where my window is, I feel like I can never catch the good breezes but I CAN FEEL IT and SMELL IT and it's so cool and that's perfect because my room is always so hot and sdjklfhas jklfhs kljfhjkl sdjkfh sjkdfhs jkdfhas. happy. panda.
I had more to say, I swear.
John: and I'll buy you dinner
Me: aw, i'd love that
John: wear a crucifix so I can play with it
I love when people drop fandom references oh so cleverly.
I am in that obnoxious, limbo-esque mood right now where I'm not REALLY tired but I'm sort of too tired to start anything new, so I sort of sit here and pick my nailpolish off and don't do anything. Because I don't want to be awake but I don't want to be asleep and I don't know what the fuck I want to do right now because I just put out creatively so that pressure isn't even there (does that make sense? I don't know, I feel like I've done enough graphics lately with that Lisa ABC thing and I've done vids too so there's no creative build-up right now and I almost wish there was because then I wouldn't BE SO BORED/MESSED UP). And I don't want to clean, or read, or even watch TV. I don't want to do anything, not even sleep. IT MAKES NO SENSE.
Do I have any guys on my flist/reading my lj besides Matt?
I listened to Passing Afternoon like 500 times last night (please tell me I'm not the only one who didn't know what the fuck Bougainvillea was and had to google it). And Leona Lewis, I think I quite love her.
So yeah, the solution to my problem was to apparently pull a random, rambling LJ entry out of my ass. I'm turning off comment emails for this because I have not been able to keep up with my inbox lately and I feel bad. So. You don't HAVE to comment to this, but you can say something if you want. I just won't get an email for it. I'll still read the post though. I know it makes no sense but just trust me on this one lol. When my inbox gets too full it is extremely daunting and I am having that issue right now.
*drags self to bed* See, I'm never REALLY tired. The only things that ever make me go to bed are boredom and neck pain from photoshopping. It's like my sternocleidomastoid knows when it's bedtime.
I had more to say, I swear.
John: and I'll buy you dinner
Me: aw, i'd love that
John: wear a crucifix so I can play with it
I love when people drop fandom references oh so cleverly.
I am in that obnoxious, limbo-esque mood right now where I'm not REALLY tired but I'm sort of too tired to start anything new, so I sort of sit here and pick my nailpolish off and don't do anything. Because I don't want to be awake but I don't want to be asleep and I don't know what the fuck I want to do right now because I just put out creatively so that pressure isn't even there (does that make sense? I don't know, I feel like I've done enough graphics lately with that Lisa ABC thing and I've done vids too so there's no creative build-up right now and I almost wish there was because then I wouldn't BE SO BORED/MESSED UP). And I don't want to clean, or read, or even watch TV. I don't want to do anything, not even sleep. IT MAKES NO SENSE.
Do I have any guys on my flist/reading my lj besides Matt?
I listened to Passing Afternoon like 500 times last night (please tell me I'm not the only one who didn't know what the fuck Bougainvillea was and had to google it). And Leona Lewis, I think I quite love her.
So yeah, the solution to my problem was to apparently pull a random, rambling LJ entry out of my ass. I'm turning off comment emails for this because I have not been able to keep up with my inbox lately and I feel bad. So. You don't HAVE to comment to this, but you can say something if you want. I just won't get an email for it. I'll still read the post though. I know it makes no sense but just trust me on this one lol. When my inbox gets too full it is extremely daunting and I am having that issue right now.
*drags self to bed* See, I'm never REALLY tired. The only things that ever make me go to bed are boredom and neck pain from photoshopping. It's like my sternocleidomastoid knows when it's bedtime.