I feel like something.. can't... talk ( Read more... )

I spent all of Saturday marathoning all the Harry Potter movies. I don't even particularly like or care about Harry Potter. I enjoyed it, though ( Read more... )

I suddenly wish there were something entertaining here on the 'new post' page. It's so dull and bleak that all I can think about is what I want to write, instead of being distracted by things I don't really want to be seeing anyway ( Read more... )

I wonder if maybe I love the idea of consistently going to sleep super later just because that's the only time at which I can do it by my own choice. Not that I hear "Go to sleep" very often at my age, or in my living situation. But so late at night, I'm the only one that can influence whether I go to bed or not ( Read more... )

It took me about 3 hours of honest Googlework to come to the understanding that the internet, in fact, does /not/ want to sell me an official Mucc t-shirt. Or one of the few other bands I'd ever admit to listening to ( Read more... )

Oh, wait. This means this year has a different number than the last one, right ( Read more... )

Sitting at home back in Ohio ( Read more... )

How am I doing things and what did I do. Words get all jumbled up and pointless every time I come here. I feel like I don't need to do this anymore on the surface, but something inside tells me that it's probably important to write here. Like it does something. When I think back to the time I wrote at least every other day, I felt that it did ( Read more... )

How do I write something without complaining? I wouldn't know anymore ( Read more... )

I told myself to remember to make a post today.
I had either a good topic that I wanted to write on, or just something that I had been wanting to say. Maybe something interesting, even.
I can't remember what it was.
But I remembered to make a post.

So much for that.

Like an aborted fetus.