oh well, okay.
I gave myself a headache from watching youtube videos in bed all day. I woke up and for once, didn't feel terrible because I wasn't going to do anything. It feels good to more accepting of my nothingness lifestyle. Last night I thought about sending that dude a text and asking how his Thanksgiving was and hoping he'd possibly slip in something about hanging out. I forgot though that it was Friday- and Friday means that people go out to shitty bars with their friends. I don't want to hang out with anyone's friends. I would rather do something on a weekday, when the possibility of running into anyone that I or he knows is lesser. But he probably sucks. And I probably suck. And I will never make plans because making plans means that if something ends up turning out fucking awful, it'll be my fault. I don't want anyone to have expectations of me. Actually, I'm kind of excited to maybe like someone who ends up not liking me again. It kind of puts me in my place. Sometimes I almost like feeling upset. It just feels realistic. I don't know. I can't make plans with you, but I can send you an Elliott Smith song.
Chris tweeted about Hanson hangage today and I freaked out. That seems so unreal to me. That's like 12 year old me meets 16 year old me. If anything, this just further justified the fact that I should be overseas for this tour.
My mom just so happens to be watching something on tv about Ringling Bros. circus. ugh.
I have to wake up and throw the whole grocery tomorrow. I don't know what time to go to bed or what to do to make myself fall asleep. Maybe I can bore myself out on the internet so much that it'll feel like my only option is to sleep or die.
I also had really bizarre neverending dreams last night that now make me feel weird about everything.
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday and I'm not even sure how old she is going to be.
Totally hope I go to bed soon. I'm aiming for 6 or 7 at least.
Robot hand is the future.
Chris tweeted about Hanson hangage today and I freaked out. That seems so unreal to me. That's like 12 year old me meets 16 year old me. If anything, this just further justified the fact that I should be overseas for this tour.
My mom just so happens to be watching something on tv about Ringling Bros. circus. ugh.
I have to wake up and throw the whole grocery tomorrow. I don't know what time to go to bed or what to do to make myself fall asleep. Maybe I can bore myself out on the internet so much that it'll feel like my only option is to sleep or die.
I also had really bizarre neverending dreams last night that now make me feel weird about everything.
Tomorrow is my mom's birthday and I'm not even sure how old she is going to be.
Totally hope I go to bed soon. I'm aiming for 6 or 7 at least.
Robot hand is the future.