Thank god, I can turn this song off now.
I'm currently listening to Cats on Mars from the Cowboy Bebop soundtrack on repeat. I can't quite explain why I'm doing this, unless it has to do with irritating myself into productivity, but in any case, I'm giving you a link so that I don't suffer alone. (Ba du ba, ba du ba, edeko, edeko...)
Yes, I've been missing; it took me a while to realize that the negativity/anxiety duo that likes to follow me around has been acting up again, but that is definitely the case. (At least it didn't take me gradually becoming too nervous-bellied to venture outside for groceries this time around.) It's partly contextual, but is more due to my wonky internal chemistry than anything else, since life is generally fine. I'm working on the situation, but I tend to prefer hermitage over treating others to this side of me. Anyway, that's all I want to write on that subject - suffice to say that I'm trying to resurface, possibly via hideous anime karaoke. I needed a break from the internet, and feel much better for having taken one... despite my eternal love of goatse.
Precious goatse, you remind me of what life is all about.
A few weeks ago, dreamstate7 and I got trapped in an alcove near the former Skydome during a surprise downpour; we spent almost two hours there, just barely tucked away from the elements alongside his motorcycle. We (well, okay, I) danced little jigs, sang, and waved to passing motorists, to largely positive effect. The expressions on people's faces reminded me of why I enjoy making a spectacle of myself, and the time melted away. Then, the following week, I went to an utterly fantastic Radiohead concert. During Fake Plastic Trees, the world faded into soft-focus and was overlaid with the grid that connects everything in existence, and I could feel the heartbeat of the guy tripping his ass off next to me. (Admittedly, he seemed to enjoy the show more than I did, what with the twitching and grabbing at air.)
There are lots of good moments, but is life really supposed to be a flow of monotony occasionally interrupted by flashes of glee? I refuse to buy into that; once I get myself well in hand, it's back to constant wonder and prancing for yours truly! :P Expect to see more occupying this space over the next little while... I miss my human-ish existence, despite how useful it has been to hole up in silence for so long.
Yes, I've been missing; it took me a while to realize that the negativity/anxiety duo that likes to follow me around has been acting up again, but that is definitely the case. (At least it didn't take me gradually becoming too nervous-bellied to venture outside for groceries this time around.) It's partly contextual, but is more due to my wonky internal chemistry than anything else, since life is generally fine. I'm working on the situation, but I tend to prefer hermitage over treating others to this side of me. Anyway, that's all I want to write on that subject - suffice to say that I'm trying to resurface, possibly via hideous anime karaoke. I needed a break from the internet, and feel much better for having taken one... despite my eternal love of goatse.
Precious goatse, you remind me of what life is all about.
A few weeks ago, dreamstate7 and I got trapped in an alcove near the former Skydome during a surprise downpour; we spent almost two hours there, just barely tucked away from the elements alongside his motorcycle. We (well, okay, I) danced little jigs, sang, and waved to passing motorists, to largely positive effect. The expressions on people's faces reminded me of why I enjoy making a spectacle of myself, and the time melted away. Then, the following week, I went to an utterly fantastic Radiohead concert. During Fake Plastic Trees, the world faded into soft-focus and was overlaid with the grid that connects everything in existence, and I could feel the heartbeat of the guy tripping his ass off next to me. (Admittedly, he seemed to enjoy the show more than I did, what with the twitching and grabbing at air.)
There are lots of good moments, but is life really supposed to be a flow of monotony occasionally interrupted by flashes of glee? I refuse to buy into that; once I get myself well in hand, it's back to constant wonder and prancing for yours truly! :P Expect to see more occupying this space over the next little while... I miss my human-ish existence, despite how useful it has been to hole up in silence for so long.