Fri, Oct. 18
... Dream the same dreams we can fly
I've sat down to write an entry 4 or 5 times today, and it's just not coming. I donno... I guess I'm just in one of those moods. I'm restless and freezing cold, and my eyes are tired. I'm not really tired, but my eyes are. I fell asleep with my contacts in last night, so that kinda makes things a little bit... interesting, shall we say? Sticky, maybe. Gummy? Suctioned onto my eyeballs? That's a little more like it.
Anyways.
Did I already say that I'm in one of "those moods" tonithg? Because I am... You know what I want to do? I really want to start decorating. I want to start buying and painting furniture for my apartment now, getting art for the walls, and arranging my stuff. I love living with Kat, and I'm sad that I won't get to anymore once they get married, but I'm excited to get into my own place that's not a college student's hand-me-down haven.
I want to write something, but I don't know what. I want something more than just my day... I want to write something interesting. Unfortunately, I just don't have it in me tonight. Or any day lately, it seems.
I was supposed to start my period today, but I didn't. My body's weird that way. About 8 months ago, it decided that it didn't like having a 29-day cycle, and randomly switched to a 22-day cycle. I was about 4 days late last month, too, so maybe it's deciding that now it doesn't like 22 days anymore and wants to be 26 days long or something like that. I dunno. I don't ask questions. I just go with the flow.
*groan* I did not intend for that to be such a bad pun. I didn't intend for it to be a pun at all. However, I do think that it's kind of humorous, in an oddly twisted, it's-midnight-and-I-should-go-to-bed sort of way.
I'm sorry I just subjected you to that.
I'm still not deleting it, though.
*sigh*
You know what's disappointing? When you see a diary with a really cool username, and then the diary turns out to be not worth reading. I always expect that if someone's creative enough to come up with a good name, they should have a good diary to go with it. I should talk, though, hey? I mean, look at this thing. Sometimes I think I write well; other times, I think I just write the same old crap about my day, over and over and over again.
At least my grammar's easy to read, though. That's the worst--a diary that you can't decipher due to all the capital letters, lack of capical letters, abbreviations, misspellings, run-on sentences, and lack of punctuation. If I wanted that, I could volunteer to read a kindergarten class' stories. At least they're learning to write. Of course, judging from some of the diaries on here, that knowledge doesn't stick for very long.
I just thought of something I want to write about, but I don't want to stick it at the end of an entry like this... no, it'll get its own entry. In the morning. And, just for fun...
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One year ago today: When did it stop being such a big deal? I really don't know. People--the ones who know me best--are starting to worry, but of course I can't let on that anything's different. I'm the same person I've always been... really. I'm still me, don't you know? And only a select few know me well enough to really know the difference.
infinite || abyss
posted at 11:54 p.m.
