| heartache of sorts |
[Nov. 30th, 2008|08:38 pm] |
Sometimes I feel like my brain is overheating.
I realize that I should just shake myself out of this reverie I’ve planted myself in before it’s too late, yet somehow it’s easier said than done. The sad thing is sleep doesn’t come easy when there are so many questions plaguing you, or perhaps that’s just me. Another sad thing is we can never predict when something or someone takes on more significance than they should, well simply because circumstance has this annoying tendency to be in flux.
My head’s spinning with questions; unasked, unanswered.
Yes well. Maybe prattling on about the mundane happenings might just help sort my thoughts out, though honestly I’m just looking for a way to kill time until it’s a more decent hour to show up at my best friend’s house, breakfast in hand. Its funny how love is showed in different ways, is it not? I don’t think it’s important to remember birthdays when you’re probably going to be calling the person on that day anyway, to whine about your hair not falling right or laugh about something stupid that happened. So what if the birthday wishes is an afterthought? I’m sure we’d rather just have our scatter brained selves as permanent fixtures in each others’ lives, than have to remember birthdays out of propriety.
I honestly have no idea why I went into a rant about birthdays; well I hardly remember them for one. But yes, it’s just a reflection of the friendship I guess?
Oh my I’ve gone off on a tangent haven’t I? Well yes things have been great recently. I’m still recovering slightly from yesterday, but I’ve been having fun. I’ve put together quite the list of things I hope to do now that I’m free from the shackles of academia. (Oh momentary freedom) So I should get cracking on that soon enough, as soon as this state of inertia dissolves.
This is quite a random entry really, simply because there’s too much going on up here for me to be really coherent and find the right words to phrase the right questions. Abstract thoughts, often enough are best kept abstract. They were a certain way for a reason, were they not?
It’s 4.30. Hopefully I can find enough things to do to kill my time until six, when I can start getting ready to leave mine. Good thing she’s a morning person. See this is why I can’t go to sleep, lest I fall asleep and mess up like I did today. I’m annoyed with myself for missing Dilla’s cousin’s wedding, especially since I was really looking forward to it. Ohwells! I’ll make it up to her soon.
AND FROM NOW ON I SHALL PERSEVERE AT BEING A MORNING PERSON :D
Let’s see how long that lasts.
This hasn't really helped with clearing my thoughts but hey, words have a calming effect on me. So pardon the verbose nature of this entry (if you even bothered getting this far.) There’s a lot running through my mind.
I’ll sort it out though, don’t you worry. |
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