April 18th, 2001
|07:32 pm - i commend thee unto dust..|
i'm having a lot of trouble deciding what music to listen to. nothing seems to suit my mood. this seems to work for now.. this and nonpoint's "what a day" and some stones stuff (cuz they're all so similar). my phone is ringing but i don't want to answer it. i've found i'm avoiding people lately. i don't answer the phone, i don't go off away much on aim.. i feel like i'm afraid, trying to evade someone, but i don't exactly know who or why. stop scaring me, please, mysterious stranger. beautiful stranger. i like that song. i'm listening to "gimmie shelter" now. i'm just going straight thru all my stones songs, and skipping to the next one about a minute into each. i can't concentrate right now. i should be reading, i was planning to when i got back. i was planning to last nite too and didn't. actually i was planning to write. somehow, prose class always gets me full of great ideas to write about. probly from daydreaming cuz it's boring, but all the same.. but i got back and ended up watching tv in the lounge instead. and do you know why i sat there watching a dumb movie? cuz brette came in and she offered everyone blankets, so i had a blanket and i was comfy.
it stopped snowing, that's good.
i have so much i want to say but i can't get any of it to coalesce into actual intelligible phrases, it's just a lot of random feelings i get that can't quite focus. heron, to answer your question, that is why i talk so much in here,and my posts are so huge. i can't get right to the point, cuz it takes this long for me to find out what the point was to begin with. and sometimes i don't at all.
now i'm listening to roy orbison. and the phone rang for the 3rd time so i figured i may as well answer. it was gret, as i thought it might be. we're talking now..
k, i'm back now. so i talked to gret for bour a half hour. it was nice (even if half of it was her talkin about stuff that's been pissing her off), but even in that short time, there were pauses where we'd both be looking for something to say.. sigh, who knows.... and then i went to dinner w/ some dormpersons. me o my, do i live with some odd people.. felix's random phrase to say for no reason: "your balls are showing!" yep.
oh!!!! i was informed today that, on durham point rd, there is a BUFFALO FARM. THEY HAVE LIKE 300 BUFFALO! now assuming i'm not a huge idiot and they were making it up, that rules the world. so i hafta go check this out Real Soon Now.
after myth today, i saw "glass menagerie" with nastassia (and she informed me she's never seen "blair witch project" [gasp!] so we're watching that tonite, around 9ish i think). twas cool. that's such a good play/movie, albeit rather depressing. i can see myself in it in a lot of parts, which is part of why i like it alot. then, coming back to my dorm, i randomly meet nick, who talks about building houses, then shows me a sculpture he made. it's neat.. i think it was iron, some sort of metal. there's a leaf growing out of this kind of rusty triangular plane going off this bumpy thingy. he says it means nothing, but it is quite nifty, all the same.
o, and when i got back to my room, my friend sheena (not the manch one) had IMed me. i haven't talked to her in ages, that's so cool. i should give her a call soemtime..
anyway, with that giant pause in the middle of this, i lost my train of thought from earlier, so that's why it ends up useless. but yeah. o, and i seem to have solved my music difficulties from earlier. word.
np: Neil Diamond - Sweet Caroline
|Date:||April 18th, 2001 04:31 pm (UTC)|| |
i forgot to fix it, but so y'all know, that mood is only for the 1st half