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Wed May 17 00 / 2:32 AM
As a follow-up to the other day's description of my moody nature, I felt like sharing my imood.com history. I like writing in blurbs, and this is a great vehicle for it (crazy like a PT Cruiser).
Feb 25, 2000
cold:
I'd like the world to warm me up, but they always stay away.
Feb 26, 2000
useless:
I can't do anything, though I'd do it right if I could simply do it. Nobody ever calls.
Mar 01, 2000
hopeful:
Though I overslept by five hours today, I feel a little tingly in the mind: creativity coming on?
Mar 03, 2000
cosmic:
loco weed? oh ho yeah
Mar 04, 2000
daunted:
By what? My ability to waste time in a monstrously extravagant fashion.
Mar 08, 2000
confident:
The universe is revolving around me again, after a momentary sidetrip into Dimension Zoggo.
Mar 08, 2000
sore:
My knees hurt. It makes me feel old.
Mar 19, 2000
distant:
I change my look in life to bring the others closer. I want to touch people physically. But I still crave the farthest distance yet: Mars.
Mar 20, 2000
tired:
Very tired, with a general feeling of running out of time. Time for what? That's the crux.
Mar 27, 2000
rushed:
I am obsessed with time. There isn't enough, I grow old. Does obsessing make it last longer, or simply waste what little time there is?
Mar 29, 2000
pathetic:
I keep breaking out. You'd think it was stress, but what's that? I only have term papers and exams and a job and buying a house to worry about, and I've procrastinated them so far ahead into oblivion they must be pancakes by now.
Apr 09, 2000
sleepy:
This is what I get for being on a regular schedule. I used to dictate when I hit the pillow, but now it's 11pm clockwork. After that, the droopiness, fuzzyhead, and cranky mood starts. There is no rest for the wicked, only 9 hours of nap time here and there.
Apr 23, 2000
disenchanted:
I am spoiled from the highs of a last weekend and the lows of a now. It's my season, my summer, and it's identical start is uplifting; it's the middle that's annoying my perception of me.
May 02, 2000
sore:
My thighs hurt, my butt complains, my back aches, my knees are sore, the tops of my feet are raw, and I have internal issues. This means my weekend was quite excellent.
May 10, 2000
dour:
I think I'm stagnating. I've been doing stuff, but it's purposeless, and ends unto itself. I'm starting to smell a little.
today
connected:
It took five months plus or minus, but I got the assurance that I was more than liked. I like it when people like me. I don't like having to disappoint them, but as long as they (or someone else) keeps coming back, I'll keep doing it. I desire the intertwining, but sometimes it chafes.
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