i don't know if any of you reading this will know who i am, but up until yesterday i was on diaryland as drowningcore. i have nothing against the drowningcore diary. but i've grown up since i started it six months ago, and reading the old entries was too tempting and tends to throw me into a fairly dark mood.

and so i came up with the idea of starting anew and moving lock, stock, and barrel to a new diary. so less than 24 hours later, here i am, typing away on my still in progress but working for the most part diary. i'm really liking this design.

though i do believe that might well be attributable to the fact that i have a massive lust for conor oberst of bright eyes, there being a rather neat picture of him on this template.

so of course, this being the only week that my entire family will be gone all summer, my new as of two fridays ago boyfriend mark is in canada until sunday. and i miss him with an intensity which almost frightens me. it's been a long time since i felt about anyone the way i feel about him. mark is sweet, and funny, and kind, and a wonderful kisser; he's good for cuddling up to, he's intelligent, into music, and doesn't mind that i drink.

this, in my opinion, makes him a near perfect boy.

despite his liking for that damnable super troopers movie.

and maybe it's the medication, but i know i'm pms-ing and for once i'm not missing ryan to the point that i fall into that black depression and can't get out of it, causing me to ruin purposefully whatever semblance of a relationship i have at the time.

thank you god for small favors, i suppose.

i went downstairs a little bit ago, in my house, which seems so much larger now that everyone's gone and i have the run of the place to do as i please. turned on the television.

tv is something of a novelty to me. i don't watch much tv, so every time i do it's this big thing. like "wow, moving pictures in a box. cooooool."

so i'm sitting there vegetating in front of the idiot box, flipping through the channels. and of course they have to play that "hero" song from the spiderman movie. and of course, i immediately start missing mark like crazy because he LOVES spiderman. and so everything that i see that's spiderman related makes me miss him that much more.

which makes me now rather despondent and lonely. maybe i should just go to bed.

not that i'm tired, due to the eight cans of diet pepsi i drank today whilst designing this thing.

ah, the dilemmas we face in life.

to sum things up:
new diary
miss boyfriend
drank too much pop and can't sleep.

i guess i'll go sit in front of the idiot box awhile longer.