leningrad

As much as I enjoy filling my journal with angst-ridden emo, I'm having a real hard time being anything but happy this morning. Sure, I've got to go to work. Yeah, it's cold out and I'm bound of have to wait for my bus. I don't care.

It's a good feeling to know you've got friends. I guess that sounds fairly self-evident, but I'm really feeling it. Since the party, I've been talking more to people I didn't know as well as I'd like to. Social stimulation is my current drug of choice.

Also of note: the more I use my camera, the more I love it. I shot 934MB of pictures on Monday night. 392 shots. It was phenomenal.

In a fit of interest, I've decided to write more. It's the evening now and I've had the strangest day. I feel like I'm on drugs; everything seems far away and quiet. I stared at the sky for 15 minutes and felt dizzy and awed by the movement of clouds. Every sound gives me shivers. Some fellow employees were in awful moods but, like a moment out of fight club, they seemed to be on mute. I can't understand it.

My dad sent me my Super Nintendo today. I missed it. I miss my family too. Especially my brother.

I fucking HATE having cable again. I end up sitting around with the TV on so it feels like I'm not alone in the house. I have days and days of perfectly awesome music, but the TV somehow suckers me into wasting electricity. I've managed to turn it off, but it's strange and discomforting. Time is so easily wasted.

I cut my own hair. Nothing special. I grabbed pieces and cut them. I bet no-one would have noticed. Well, Lotus would. That said, I've decided I need a new profile pic. I look like a goon in mine. Then again, self-hatred is something I've perfected into an art. The adam of a moment ago is not the adam of now and I don't like him so much. I guess if you look at it in a positive light, I like myself more every minute, but I can't see it that way.

God, I'm rambling. Enough from me.