a green day.
[prologue|well that is that, and this is this...
you tell me what you want and i'll tell you what you get
you get away from me, you get away from me...]
i just walked back from the library. and i had a revelation. i just have to be my own person. i can't let my happiness hinge upon guys. guys who are soooo stupid. i mean, i can't say that--oh, whatever. i guess you can't be sure. but, why can't i? what's the delay? i'm a little bit frustrated. and i'm hearing choruses of oprah's studio audience whispering, "he's just not that into you," in my brain.
i watched beauty and the beast last night, and Gaston (you know, the stupid strong guy who's got the hots for the beligerent Belle) was totally like the Gaston in real life; totally selfish, egotistical, and immature. wtf. i am totally cured of that phase. (thank you for allowing me to see the light.)
i keep replaying memories of saturday night (aka alyse's 21 bday party) in my head. i dressed for sex. didn't get any, but wound up feeling very sexualized. better yet, i feel like i keep running in circles. is that what i'm doing?
its quite simple, really: i hate the world.
they say: blah, blah, blah. let's upset your life.
i say: just let me do my work.
::sigh:: it's time for another meditation session. its 6:51am.
you tell me what you want and i'll tell you what you get
you get away from me, you get away from me...]
i just walked back from the library. and i had a revelation. i just have to be my own person. i can't let my happiness hinge upon guys. guys who are soooo stupid. i mean, i can't say that--oh, whatever. i guess you can't be sure. but, why can't i? what's the delay? i'm a little bit frustrated. and i'm hearing choruses of oprah's studio audience whispering, "he's just not that into you," in my brain.
i watched beauty and the beast last night, and Gaston (you know, the stupid strong guy who's got the hots for the beligerent Belle) was totally like the Gaston in real life; totally selfish, egotistical, and immature. wtf. i am totally cured of that phase. (thank you for allowing me to see the light.)
i keep replaying memories of saturday night (aka alyse's 21 bday party) in my head. i dressed for sex. didn't get any, but wound up feeling very sexualized. better yet, i feel like i keep running in circles. is that what i'm doing?
its quite simple, really: i hate the world.
they say: blah, blah, blah. let's upset your life.
i say: just let me do my work.
::sigh:: it's time for another meditation session. its 6:51am.