the Elemental Me

I'm kind of a recluse, and I've started to realize the need to be more public so I don't start losing my friends during High School and the turmoil following...so here I am.

Tuesday, November 25, 2003

Craziness, is what this is...

This week has been...well, it's been really frickin slow. Partially because of it being a whole two days long, and partially because I've had very little motivation for much these days. Kind of a low-grade exhaustion. Bleh.

I have a whole lot of things to do that require money, and I have a whole lot of...no wait. I have very little money. Riiiight....

Well shit.

Apparently, my senior picture hasn't been turned in. How in the hell? I gave the lady the disk, I saw her save it on her computer, I saw the damn picture when she opened it...I don't get it.

WOW my shoulders hurt. Lifting is HARD.

haha. Lifting GETS you hard.

knowwhatimean, knowwhatimean?

I found this awesome book in the library "History of English Literature". I'm going to see if I can get through all of it this weekend. That'd be sweet.

Life is shallow-seeming these days. I'm floundering in the delta and it's a LONG ways to the deeps. Well, life isn't shallow. Just portions of it seem to be less...like you can't stretch out all the way without hitting your limbs against a wall or something.

Ach.

I'm beginning to really enjoy some parts of my life, though. Parts that were cool in part due to their novelty are growing on me. Doing well in school, being mature about my schedule, applying for college...

They all give you a feeling of progress; moving. Some other things are getting less exciting and more enjoyable, too.

It's awesome.

Yesterday I was talking online with Monica, just about stuff; things. You know, the usual. She said "Your life is really going well, huh?"

And I kinda started, because it IS. It really hasn't done that before, hah.

So I'm going to enjoy it, damnit. This year is gonna be fun. Some people understand what that entails *wink*, and some might think they do. They probably do, come to think of it. But it doesn't matter. Last year, top of the world...why the hell would I hold back?

No more stop signs...

0 Comments:

Post a Comment

<< Home