a vision: nothingness
I find more and more that I have nothing to talk about. At least not to anybody reading this. Which means there's less and less reason for me to be so guarded with this journal. Please believe me when I say it's not arrogance. It's just a lack of interest. A re-directed type of thought. I have a computer in my room and a means to access the Internet and pretty much no desire whatsoever to do so. I figure I compromised myself enough by getting a cell phone. Right?
I guess my emotions right now are a little too loaded and heavy to worry about other people. I'm sorry if that's selfish, but I'm learning to take care of myself.
And when I'm living my life instead of thinking about it, it's so fabulous. You wouldn't even believe me if I told you. I've got tons of great, new friends. A boy who thinks I'm way hot and wonderful, but isn't too serious or anywhere near the love of my life. A job I couldn't appreciate more and still reserve the right to bitch about. My own freaking apartment with my kitty and my glider and my soon-to-be fish. Fab parents and step-dad whom I took cookies and pie to the other night. Enough money to be completely financially independant, which is so completely gratifying in a way I never understood before.
It's just when I spend too much time thinking about my life that I focus on the shitty parts and I get down. I don't even want to get into the shitty parts because my eyeshadow is so awesome that it may just make up for them by itself. Well, not really, but it's georgous eyeshadow.
To Do:
Exchange Wal-Mart Alanis poster frame
Clean apartment, lazy!
B/C
Fast-forward to a few years later
Buy that Mad World CD
Buy hair ties
I guess my emotions right now are a little too loaded and heavy to worry about other people. I'm sorry if that's selfish, but I'm learning to take care of myself.
And when I'm living my life instead of thinking about it, it's so fabulous. You wouldn't even believe me if I told you. I've got tons of great, new friends. A boy who thinks I'm way hot and wonderful, but isn't too serious or anywhere near the love of my life. A job I couldn't appreciate more and still reserve the right to bitch about. My own freaking apartment with my kitty and my glider and my soon-to-be fish. Fab parents and step-dad whom I took cookies and pie to the other night. Enough money to be completely financially independant, which is so completely gratifying in a way I never understood before.
It's just when I spend too much time thinking about my life that I focus on the shitty parts and I get down. I don't even want to get into the shitty parts because my eyeshadow is so awesome that it may just make up for them by itself. Well, not really, but it's georgous eyeshadow.
To Do:
Exchange Wal-Mart Alanis poster frame
Clean apartment, lazy!
B/C
Fast-forward to a few years later
Buy that Mad World CD
Buy hair ties