even the stars are ill at ease
Memories suck. They're pointless, and all they do is remind of us things that we can't achieve ever again. They may invoke momentary happiness, but overall the only things they cause are grief and unpleasant reminders of how unhappy we are at current.
Enough of that. I'm not going to be mopey.
Wes Anderson movies make me so happy. I've been wathcing them on rotation for the past 3 days. He has the truest characters. They don't talk excessively and they act how people really act. I really miss Sweden, but I'm not going to let it depress me. I need to deal with it. Things are good where I am now. I just have about 7 weeks of school then I can do whatever I want. I'll make it. Stacy is depressed too. I told her we'll run away to live there in 2 years, after we've saved up some money. She thought I was kidding.
Maybe I wouldn't be so blah if I didn't have a sinus infection and croupy cough, and if I didn't just sit for 3.5 hours watching a million episodes of Moral Orel. TV can eat my asshole. I'll just sit here, listen to bad religion, and twiddle my thumbs. I don't think thats the correct spelling for 'twiddle'.
At least I stole enough bananas from the MDR to last me until lunch tomorrow. I have that going for me.