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Saturday, Sept. 07, 2002 - i've got a motivation problem so my standard break from life is getting longer.
3:29 pm
i've come to the conclusion that my life is boring. it seems like i'm somwhat trapped. i go to school. come home, sit in front of the computer until it's time to either pick up the boy or go to work. work or go do something with the boy. i never see anyone anymore. just the boy, and sometimes chonkie and jenn and dan. but that's really it. i haven't seen hanna in forever. i haven't seen meg forever. i haven't seen neal and limbo in at least a week. i haven't seen cliffie in ages either.

blah.

and then on days like today when i have a five hour window of opportunity between waking up and work, what do i do? feel anti-social and sit in front of the computer playing a game for two hours and ignoring most everyone's IMs. i don't know what's wrong with me. i just can't handle the world right now. i feel horribly hung over and i haven't drank in what? awhile.

fucking hell.

and now it's too late to go do something with anyone because i have to be at work at 5 and right now i'm just sick of everything.

voodoo glow-skulls on monday, bright eyes in minneapolis on fuckin thursday. thank you god.

it's official: i hate trying to learn to drive a manual.

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If the world could remain within a frame like a painting on a wall then I think we'd see the beauty then we'd stand staring in awe at our still lives posed like a bowl of oranges, like a story told between the fault lines and the soil. ~ Bright Eyes - Bowl of Oranges

...or the story is in the soil, keep your ear to the ground.