I lie to go to sleep, when all is wrong or right
I just learned about this whole fancy-type text on livejournal. This amazes me. I can italicize or bold words without even using any html whatsoever. I can format the shit, too. Rock.
Anyway, I've had a weird week. Haven't really done anything particularly noteworthy. Just been lying around, messing with my guitar, reading a little bit. Lots of Zelda. I don't play videogames much anymore, but damn. I love that game. I beat the first one a couple days ago, so I'm working on Majora's Mask now. I never actually played that one on the Nintendo 64 since I never shelled out for the expansion pack thing, but it's pretty cool so far.
Shutup, I know I'm a total geek.
I've been getting back into Nada Surf recently. Really good band. They're kind of like a cross between Weezer and Death Cab. Whatever, I dig it. Good stuff.
I've had my ups and downs this week. Started off with a lot of downs, but for the past few days I've been feeling relatively good. Still bored, though. I need more stuff to do. I need to get on my phone and call some people sometime. I admittedly get kind of lonely every now and then (no matter how lame I know that sounds), and there are a lot of good people that I don't do things with enough. It's really just a matter of calling them and setting things up, but I always end up just sitting around waiting for someone to ask me. I know things like that aren't going to just fall into my lap every time I want to do something, but I can never get myself to pick up the phone.
Speaking of talking to people, I think this is the first day since she left that I haven't talked to Taylor at any point in any fashion. At least the first day in a while. Weird. I do text her too much, though. I don't want to think about what my cell phone bill for June is going to look like.
I still need a job. I think I'm actually cleaning out my grandma's garage a couple days next week for $100. Jesus Christ. I need a real job, really bad. Preferably something that doesn't suck. If anyone hears about any openings anywhere, tell me. Please. God.
I still haven't finished Breakfast of Champions. Haven't even picked it up since school ended. I need to. From what I read, it seemed like it'd be a good book. I still have borderline homoerotic fantasies about Vonnegut. His writing, at least. Vonnegut's old and smokes, so that's two strikes on him right there. Plus, I'm not gay.
Really, I'm not. No matter what Taylor says.
I think I've recently started to come to terms with my life a bit. Kind of. Maybe. I still need to remind my mom about getting me an appointment with a psychiatrist. Apparently it must have slipped her mind, or at least gone on the proverbial back burner. I've been trying to bring it up for the past few days, but it's not really something that I feel particularly comfortable talking about. It's like "Hey mom, I'm crazy, remember?" It's not really usual fare for conversation in my family. I think that might even be one of my issues. I always feel like every major thing that I do needs to correspond with what my family wants. I'm getting better with it (shit, I told them I was atheist when everyone in my family's some kind of Christian [at least in name] - that was huge), but it's still something that kind of lingers. I don't know. Like I said, I need some kind of session. Preferably soon.
Hmm. I think that pretty much sums it up for the moment. Kind of pissed that I've been having some writer's block recently songwise, but besides that I think I covered everything. Well, most things.
People frustrate me sometimes.