Yesterday

Yesterday was kind of funny actually, I spent about five hours cleaning my apartment after six weeks of.. not. I found it sort of relaxing in a way, because it means that now my room feels so much bigger than it does when all my dirty laundry is strewn every which way. (I don't even want to talk about how gross my bathroom was, but I'll just say, it was really gross.)

I also realized that I tend to do my cleaning on the weekends that my roommate isn't home, because I feel so much more comfortable moving around in our living room and using the washing machines. She intimidates me just by looking at me, and more often than not I wish I could just disappear.

-edit- Living with Luccie is kinda like living in a duplex. We never talk, or interact, we just happen to share a common space. I'm jealous of the people I know who live in stadium park who hang out with all of their roommates in their living rooms. It's why I want to spend all of my free time at Sarah's place, and why she's started to get sick of me, haha. -edit-

But now I can say that all my dishes, clothes, and haha, bathrooms..? are clean, and will stay that way for at least a day or two. Afterward I got really really bored and ended up inking/coloring two more of my drawings. I was so bored I spent about an hour pressuring Tim to get his own Deviantart account.

p.s. he asked me to be his valentine :3
but it was in german so I was kinda like 'wut? yeah?'

Oh bebe

I think my skin under my lip is rebelling for some reason or another, I just wish I knew why. Does skin usually erupt into ghastly dry blotchy patches for no reason? No! Of course it doesn't.. Oh well, at least I never see anyone I want to impress with my ~*~good looks~*~

Seeing as it's two in the morning and I happen to be listening to shuffle without actually hearing it, I'll probably read this entry tomorrow morning and wonder what the heck I'm talking about. All I know is that right now I really want to know what people say about me after I leave a room. Though perhaps I wish they talked about me, rather than actually wanting to know what people say, I want to know that things are said. -except I don't want to know what my roommate thinks of me at all, that would be too enlightening-

I also wish that I - I forgot what I was going to say when I left to go to the bathroom, though I'm sure everyone needed to know that.. right.. I wonder what I was going to say. Though I think that all the -cough- books I've been reading recently have started to affect my brain. I caught myself thinking about what people's eyes are telling me.. Having eyes tell characters about feelings or like, 'triumph' confuses me, since when I look at eyes, all I see are eyes..

p.s. Shannon, please please please send Ms Stassens the email asking if it's okay if you use her as a personal reference for your apartment application..

Scraps

I Decided to compile some previous entries from other blogs just so I have something to work from. I really doubt any of the scraps will be revelations, but it might be fun to see what I can dig up. Though, when I blog I'm either nonsensical and write nothing of value, or sound really depressed and full of it.

p.s. I'll learn how to do cuts after this, I promise


From a failed revival a few months ago,
"Doesn't it always seem that you blog when you're in the most depressing state you think you've ever been in ... it's always interesting to look back at the things you written in the past... whenever I write, it's in a fit of passion..."

Oh dear, LJ entries from 2006,
"...sometimes when i'm with people, i just get this feeling of intense, admiration, and graditude. like when we're out shopping and i turn around and i realize how beautiful, fashionable, or cool they are. which is great, for them because sometimes i tell them, or i just get caught up in the moment, like, "this could be in a movie"..."

"...i went to the doctor yesterday because my mom was concerned about the lack of change in my cold, so they checked me out and gave me some antibiodics, and so, they said to take two and if i felt nauseated to take the rest with food..."

"...do you ever have that feeling where everything is wrong? i've woken up with it for a week now, i can't seem to shake it. like sometihng bad's going to happen. i hate this feeling. i had it the the day my dad told me that he and my mom were going to get a divorce. not a good feeling..."


Haha, oh man, I'm a smuck. I write about such uninteresting things..