Some vague stuff (will be less vague elsewhere, if only because I'm so good at it here):
I just made a critical decision. A major one. And I can't tell whether I should feel proud or embarrassed by it. You ever feel like that? Where something is just SO obvious that when you finally notice it (after...well...others do) that you can't tell quite how you should feel? I'm sorta there. And that's for the best, I think. It's appropriate. A weight's lifted, and best of all --the reason why I'm not feeling somewhat down about it-- I'm not wrong. Not one bit. It's going to be a weird few days, but hell, when isn't it? I know for a fact that I'm not going to make the same mistakes twice, and hell, that totally works for me. Has to for someone. But I'm right, and even though its practically by default, I'm still right. Because that's how I roll.
Good mood, folks. GOOD mood, although with a twinge of disappointment, but for completely different reasons. Like Lennon said, I'm right and will be proved right. And I can't believe it took me so long to realize it.
Apologies for the vagueness.
No sleep. Currently on two hour nap intervals. I hate that. Audrey thinks I'm insane. I likely won't get to sleep for another few hours.
Seriously thinking I want to go to this whole Prom thing. I've never been to a prom of any kind, and the name alone sounds appealing. I would greatly enjoy it, I think. And I clean up wonderfully. That's what I should do today, actually. Clean up a little, as cheaply as possible. Or I could wait for Prom to get closer. Will need to get a ride, too, won't I? Rats.
Monologue due Wednesday. Have looked at it like four times. Meh. All he wants is us to memorize the fucking thing.
And that's all for this morning. Might be back, might not, whatever.
Later.
I just made a critical decision. A major one. And I can't tell whether I should feel proud or embarrassed by it. You ever feel like that? Where something is just SO obvious that when you finally notice it (after...well...others do) that you can't tell quite how you should feel? I'm sorta there. And that's for the best, I think. It's appropriate. A weight's lifted, and best of all --the reason why I'm not feeling somewhat down about it-- I'm not wrong. Not one bit. It's going to be a weird few days, but hell, when isn't it? I know for a fact that I'm not going to make the same mistakes twice, and hell, that totally works for me. Has to for someone. But I'm right, and even though its practically by default, I'm still right. Because that's how I roll.
Good mood, folks. GOOD mood, although with a twinge of disappointment, but for completely different reasons. Like Lennon said, I'm right and will be proved right. And I can't believe it took me so long to realize it.
Apologies for the vagueness.
No sleep. Currently on two hour nap intervals. I hate that. Audrey thinks I'm insane. I likely won't get to sleep for another few hours.
Seriously thinking I want to go to this whole Prom thing. I've never been to a prom of any kind, and the name alone sounds appealing. I would greatly enjoy it, I think. And I clean up wonderfully. That's what I should do today, actually. Clean up a little, as cheaply as possible. Or I could wait for Prom to get closer. Will need to get a ride, too, won't I? Rats.
Monologue due Wednesday. Have looked at it like four times. Meh. All he wants is us to memorize the fucking thing.
And that's all for this morning. Might be back, might not, whatever.
Later.
lobster_mobster:
WE GOT THE KEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEYS!! 