Oh, I'm sorry. We're not territorial about that sort of thing here, are we?
Women mystify me. And I don't mean that discriminatorily, I even mystify myself most of the time. I really need a thinking switch ... I mean, I know that's a general, we all wish we had it thing, but I have not been able to turn off my brain for the past couple of weeks and it's starting to really piss me off. I already lack concentration, so all the recent noise in my head has made things like school almost impossible.
Laila's coming over for some more VMars and (what I may have failed to mention on the phone) Boston Legal. I believe there might even be some Wii-tasticness. Laila helps me turn off my brain ... in the good way. The I'm-laughing-too-hard-to-be-thinking-about-anything-serious way.
I feel like this entry is sort of pointless. There's so much I want to say and I just can't say it. I think that's been a problem for awhile now and I'm not really content with continuing this journal as a means to convey only superficial thought. The purpose of a journal, to me, is to abandon all inhibitions and write with the utmost truth, or at least as much truth as you can muster. I realize that we are not generally even completely honest with ourselves, but to the extent that it's possible, a journal should be the place where you lay it all out. And while I once was that way with this journal, I'm not anymore. So it sort of seems like a waste of my time to record most of the thoughts I do when I know there's more important things I could be writing down, but I'm not.
Does that mean I'll stop journaling? Probably not. I've grown far too attached to this site/medium/outlet to do so and I read about people I genuienly care about. It seems unfair to peek into their lives without allowing them to peek into my own, if they care to. I just wish I could be more honest.
Laila's coming over for some more VMars and (what I may have failed to mention on the phone) Boston Legal. I believe there might even be some Wii-tasticness. Laila helps me turn off my brain ... in the good way. The I'm-laughing-too-hard-to-be-thinking-about-anything-serious way.
I feel like this entry is sort of pointless. There's so much I want to say and I just can't say it. I think that's been a problem for awhile now and I'm not really content with continuing this journal as a means to convey only superficial thought. The purpose of a journal, to me, is to abandon all inhibitions and write with the utmost truth, or at least as much truth as you can muster. I realize that we are not generally even completely honest with ourselves, but to the extent that it's possible, a journal should be the place where you lay it all out. And while I once was that way with this journal, I'm not anymore. So it sort of seems like a waste of my time to record most of the thoughts I do when I know there's more important things I could be writing down, but I'm not.
Does that mean I'll stop journaling? Probably not. I've grown far too attached to this site/medium/outlet to do so and I read about people I genuienly care about. It seems unfair to peek into their lives without allowing them to peek into my own, if they care to. I just wish I could be more honest.