Cold feet....need....socks.... brrrrrrrr
I've been neglecting my livejournal. I'm sorry. Ellie got me addicted to myspace and I've just been adding friends and posting comments and writing to people like crazy. I feel bad, betraying my livejournal friends like that - I'm sorry, pleas forgive me.
Anywho - I should be writing a 5 page paper right now, but I'm not. I'm the biggest dork ever. If only I would have started this early, I wouldn't be having the problem I am right now - I'm dead tired and want to go to sleep, but I can't... This is my final paper for this damn class and then I have some art homework - agh - so close, yet so far away. I feel like this term is never going to end.
So, I spent the last half hour going over old entries and it's so funny how so much crap has changed and so much has stayed the same... or gone back to the way it used to be. I'm stuck in that slump that I was in the summer. That feeling of wanting to be wanted/needed/craved/yearned/desired has returned. It lies in the back of my head and the moment I forget about it, it picks its way to the surface again. The stabbing pain. Love songs, chick flicks, and happy couples living in close proximity doesn't help either. Damn you, Janet and Justin, for being twitterpated (if you don't know what that is, then go watch Bambi).
3:00am - I better start on my paper.
Goodnight. Love.
Anywho - I should be writing a 5 page paper right now, but I'm not. I'm the biggest dork ever. If only I would have started this early, I wouldn't be having the problem I am right now - I'm dead tired and want to go to sleep, but I can't... This is my final paper for this damn class and then I have some art homework - agh - so close, yet so far away. I feel like this term is never going to end.
So, I spent the last half hour going over old entries and it's so funny how so much crap has changed and so much has stayed the same... or gone back to the way it used to be. I'm stuck in that slump that I was in the summer. That feeling of wanting to be wanted/needed/craved/yearned/desired has returned. It lies in the back of my head and the moment I forget about it, it picks its way to the surface again. The stabbing pain. Love songs, chick flicks, and happy couples living in close proximity doesn't help either. Damn you, Janet and Justin, for being twitterpated (if you don't know what that is, then go watch Bambi).
3:00am - I better start on my paper.
Goodnight. Love.