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Well... I hate summer. Nothing to do. It makes me want to lay on my DIRTIED carpet floor and write angsty dark poetry. The bad kind. I try to wash away most of my days by sleeping in, but that hardly works anymore. My dreams are weird enough already, I have everyone I've ever told one of my dreams to attest to that.
With such boring days and little contact with the pews of humanity, there's nothing much to dream about. My artistic creativity is running dry, and my writing itch has come back to me. The longer I'm alone, the more time I have to just... be too patient in life. Just sitting and waiting for something to happen. Waiting for LIFE to happen.
Oh look at me, writing stupid and inspiring words already. I keep waking earlier and earlier, sleeping shallower and shallower, and it's getting harder for me to get to sleep. I've tried cutting every soda product from my life, and nothing seems to make a difference.
OH MY. As if anyone's going to read all of this anyway. Journal entries that grow cobwebs of denial. STOP IT. -hits inner emo writer with a tomohawk-
Thankyou. I spent ALL of yesterday reading a very long fanficture... about seven hours and 11 chapters, which, to my undismay, I discovered was a year old and left unfinished during the climax. Guess that sure made me happy, right?
At least I was able to waste an entire day, just about.
I haven't been eating. I'm getting so that, if left alone to my own accord, food doesn't matter much to me. I feel so bland. I want contact with humans. Bad.
Now. Rantings aside...
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This next week is going to be risky. I'm going with my mum to California for business. I mean, ALL OVER California. At least I get to ride on a plane... that's good. ( Element: Wind )
Anyway, I have a birthday party to be at that Friday and Saturday, a meeting on Saturday, starting an hour before the party is over, and wait until you hear my arrival date from California! This is what the title is refering to, if you feel dimwitted.
I don't know how I'm going to be in three places at once. I'm happy that it will be busy for a change though... I don't think I can handle a day of such bordom again.
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If I were to rename my cat, I would surely rename her Xaldin. Having vacuumed... or rather, ordered a minion to vacuume... just two days ago. My floor is now covered with blobs of black hair. I swear, if that cat lounges on my floor anymore, I'll become a hippy.
Of course, my cat does ever so remind me of that character, Dilan... and if I had a choice, even though her given gender is quite wrong, I'd rename her that.
Then again, if I did, and decided to start a blog just about my life with my cats... including 'Xaldin'... it would seem quite resque... It makes me laugh though. Bad inside joke.
It's gotten really terrible when I have inside jokes with myself. I'm an idiot.
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Idiot,
signing off.
 Dai - Chan · Thu Jun 07, 2007 @ 10:36pm · 1 Comments |
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