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I'm a bad blogger and I like it. What would being a 'good' blogger say about me anyway?
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hello to chaos
21 August 2009 @ 05:01 am
You know, I don't really know what to say since I've been coming online so sporadically lately and not kept up with anyone's personal journals or lives.
It's like I'm trying to avoid anything and everything by sleeping for as long as possible and remaining in bed when I am awake. I don't really know what I do that takes up so much of my time, but I do it. I keep forgetting to eat, but I keep craving cheese. I don't know.
I keep having these weird dreams, made even weirder by the fact that I now remember them whereas a while ago remembering a dream was a very rare occurance.
Last night's involved a frantic, disastrous vacation which included all my dogs running amuck in a weird, weird hotel, forgetting to pack my shoes, and being completely behind schedule for everything. I don't even want to look any of it up because I'm pretty sure it all just means I'm a mess which I'm pretty sure I already know.
My parents are splitting up and we may be moving. The saddest thing about it is that my ten-year-old sister is more willing to talk about or generally acknowledge the fact than I am.
But the biggest tragedy in my life is that I saw 17 Again yesterday and decided that Zac Efron is actually quite good-looking and talented. Also, Star Trek is the campiest thing on the planet, Orson Scott Card is breaking my heart/shaking my confidence daily, and I haven't properly read a book in weeks.
It's like I don't even know myself anymore. I make no sense whatsoever.
I probably won't make any for a while, either.
ETA: Also, my paid account ran out and I just noticed. I have about 2000 unread emails. Here we go.
It's like I'm trying to avoid anything and everything by sleeping for as long as possible and remaining in bed when I am awake. I don't really know what I do that takes up so much of my time, but I do it. I keep forgetting to eat, but I keep craving cheese. I don't know.
I keep having these weird dreams, made even weirder by the fact that I now remember them whereas a while ago remembering a dream was a very rare occurance.
Last night's involved a frantic, disastrous vacation which included all my dogs running amuck in a weird, weird hotel, forgetting to pack my shoes, and being completely behind schedule for everything. I don't even want to look any of it up because I'm pretty sure it all just means I'm a mess which I'm pretty sure I already know.
My parents are splitting up and we may be moving. The saddest thing about it is that my ten-year-old sister is more willing to talk about or generally acknowledge the fact than I am.
But the biggest tragedy in my life is that I saw 17 Again yesterday and decided that Zac Efron is actually quite good-looking and talented. Also, Star Trek is the campiest thing on the planet, Orson Scott Card is breaking my heart/shaking my confidence daily, and I haven't properly read a book in weeks.
It's like I don't even know myself anymore. I make no sense whatsoever.
I probably won't make any for a while, either.
ETA: Also, my paid account ran out and I just noticed. I have about 2000 unread emails. Here we go.
11 July 2009 @ 12:19 pm
If you need to contact me, leave a message or something. I'll probably be able to access my email via iPod Touch (I'm still figuring out how to work Skype on it), so I won't be a complete stranger when I get back. If not, I guess it really is two weeks away.