eh... nothin' else i can say
so basically I'm in the stretch of a midwestern winter where I am only capable of dreaming of spring. you'd think this would put me in a good, springy mood, but you would be wrong. it's this time of year, when I haven't seen the sun in days, and it's snowing/raining/water falling from the sky, and windy, and bleak as all hell, that I wonder if i really do have seasonal affective disorder. i'm not sure if i could possibly be any more moody/mopey/disinterested in anything except sleeping and eating soup. my personal life is kinda shitty too, so that doesn't help anything.
i'm trying to do something productive and get work done, or read for book club on Friday. Chris picked an Agatha Christie novel, since none of us have read anything by her, but it's one of her super obscure ones set in ancient Egypt and it's like she tried to be Jane Austen or something, because it's all about relationships. it's like the book version of The Breakfast Club, except in Egypt about a million years ago.
I'm also reading Sex and the City, because I thought something shallow and fluffy would lift my mood. no. Candace Bushnell should not write books. that is all.
I've been listeningto lots of Metric, M.I.A., and, god i hate admitting this, Lady Gaga. her lyrics are stupid as fuck, but every time i listen to her i jump around my house and feel instantly better, at least until the end of the song. Damn you, shitty pop music. i guess i'm bound to always have a soft spot for it since my first musical exposure was to Mariah Carey and Usher. so, so sad i know.
tat's all for now
i'm trying to do something productive and get work done, or read for book club on Friday. Chris picked an Agatha Christie novel, since none of us have read anything by her, but it's one of her super obscure ones set in ancient Egypt and it's like she tried to be Jane Austen or something, because it's all about relationships. it's like the book version of The Breakfast Club, except in Egypt about a million years ago.
I'm also reading Sex and the City, because I thought something shallow and fluffy would lift my mood. no. Candace Bushnell should not write books. that is all.
I've been listeningto lots of Metric, M.I.A., and, god i hate admitting this, Lady Gaga. her lyrics are stupid as fuck, but every time i listen to her i jump around my house and feel instantly better, at least until the end of the song. Damn you, shitty pop music. i guess i'm bound to always have a soft spot for it since my first musical exposure was to Mariah Carey and Usher. so, so sad i know.
tat's all for now