So after reading Matt's last two entries, I was thinking about myself (which annoys me, so I'll go read when I'm finished, or something ( Read more... )

It's raining and windy outside ( Read more... )

Sometimes I forget that people have such different perceptions of the world, and such different opinions. A thing that is considered beautiful by one person may be deemed hideous by another ( Read more... )

So I decided to go up to the park and run. Who runs? I mean, lots of people run, but since when do I run? Anyway, I get to the park, and decide that I'll play on the swings first. So I swing there, and I can't help but feel that the expression on my face is extremely sad. (Jason Schwartzman is on TV - VH1 One Hit Wonder stuff). So I stopped ( Read more... )

I need a Rushmore, basically. I need something I can love and devote myself to, whether it be a person or a thing. Someone told me that about a week ago, and it's been sinking in. And then I watched Rushmore today (thanks Mike ( Read more... )

No presents. I just woke up, due to staying up very late, and I realized it was Christmas before I rolled over to get more sleep so I got up. I walk out of my room and it's really quiet, I decide to check on the tree and be all little-kiddish before going to the bathroom: the only presents under the tree are the ones Nick and I left "for the family ( Read more... )

I'm doing okay. I've come to realize a few things, although I know that it takes me a long time to change my attitude and behavior because of realizations ( Read more... )

I've been listening to No Name #1 on repeat and reading The Virgin Suicides. I haven't spent really any time with my family tonight - they were watching that horse movie I had no interest in. We're going to mass. Gotta go.

It's Christmas Eve. I mean, it's still day, but it's the day before Christmas. Sort of unbelievable to me. I kind of want to sleep through tonight and tomorrow, because I don't feel like doing all of it. I mean, not entirely, but... bleh ( Read more... )

I took a shower and nicked my knee while shaving. It bled. Blood interests me. Like, how does it just flow through my body, never ceasing. Except when I die, at least. And would you call a brain an inanimate object? I guess it is, and it tells (without me telling it to) my heart to pump, and the blood can't help but go, I guess. Hmm ( Read more... )