And I Am Finally Seeing, That I was the One Worth Leaving
And so, not having much to write about, I sit down and write.
I have accomplished a few things lately that I have set out to do, which really makes me feel good. I don't know, I suppose it's a sort of synthesized success. Like the feeling of it. That inner contentment of setting out to do what I set out to do. I guess that's why I like creating mini goals of sorts, and when I complete them, it's like self-success, on a small scale. One step closer towards elusive conclusion.
Today I spent an hour re-doing the layout of my livejournal. Woot. Feels so good to be done. I completely overhauled the whole thing. Gutted it, and then spruced it up from scratch. I was thinking of changing my user title to match--something like, "Oh, Potato" or I don't know.
To my great consternation, I seem to be missing my journal. Not really sure where the misplaced booger is, but I haven't unearthed it all summer since I've been back in HB. Unsettling, indeed. I think I have Carpal-Tunnel in my left arm. RIGHT now. This reminds me,
TO DO:
♥Start to Wake up before Noon
♥Graduate from college
♥clean under bed
♥wash behind ears
♥Save the world
♥wash my car
♥Become a genius scientist who discovers a disease and stamps her name on it, so that millions in agony will hate my infamous name. (Gooooo Hill's disease)
I think every man should watch Margaret Cho's stand up on "If Guys Had Periods," (in "Notorious C.H.O.") because it is amazingly funny and true.
And while I'm at it, you know what I need to dispel, is the "Nice Guys Finish Last/ Girls suck" shpiel, here. Now, yes, it may be true that nice guys do indeed finish last, because girls love assholes/fixer-uppers. However, who ever upholds this truth: Nice Girls Finish Last, too. BECAUSE THIS IS SO FUCKING TRUE. So here is a holler for all those nice girls, that aren't even getting the pity credit for taking up the tail end.
Yeah, I'm out. Peace.