One day is this day. Someday has gone by.

Hmm, no calling anywhere today. I started the list of possible apartments, but I lack the time to finish it and call any of them before work. I'll finish the list tonight after work, and call tomorrow. Yes. As for Nay's precious boxes (<3), I can get those from work, and likely home. I don't know, I'll call mom and see what she says. Pathetic? Nah. XD Actually, I go home this Wednesday, which makes it even simpler. The new schedule for next week is up, but I didn't think to memorize it. Ah, well, I'll write it down tonight.

I'm feeling better. I think talking about it kind of shows me how sad and amusing my writing can be. Ugh, what a dork I am.

I feel like swearing. Not angrily, but in a joking way. As in, "Dammit, I want pie!" Is that allowed? *ponders*

Laugh after you read this entry. Laugh so it will mean less.

So. News? Aahhhhm, obviously I'm a slob. Terrible, terrible. I should wash dishes and take out trash and occasionally deep-clean the counters/stove....wait, I already do all that. Oh, well, obviously it doesn't count. I'm supposed to clean up after everything I do with soap and warm water. Maybe give Bo a sponge-bath while I'm at it. Would that be nice, bhunt? Bugger off, man, you watched me as I cleaned up that egg from the stove, right after I dropped it there, while the fire was an inch from my hand! If I feel like eating my omelet right after it's done instead of scrubbing the stovetop 'til it shines, please try to forgive my terrible, horrible sinfulness.

Yes, I am washing dishes again. I was going to just let them get dirty and only wash what I need, when I need it, but you know what? I don't need the grief. It's ten minutes a day when I have some use, and it makes the house a little more liveworthy at the same time. If Bo doesn't want to wash anything, yay for him. I like washing them, awright? Just call me Dishwasher Boy, as my magic power is the power of scrub. Whoosh.

I hung out with a drunk guy for the first time I can remember. It was kind of fun. Chris...I dunno, I didn't really like him. He's cute and all, but I got bad vibes. :\ Sarah was cool. I think I said a total of 12 words to her, which is uncool, but there's not a lot I can do about it. I am an introvert. That's not a bad thing. Rawr.

Talk. Talk talk talk. People talk. I listen and watch. I feel a bit like God sometimes. I wonder if God ever feels like a peeping tom. I wonder what percentage of my beliefs are false? 10%? 95%?

My depressoin carried over from yesterday, how lovely. How. Lovely. It's so easy to feel angst. It's not so easy to get over it. I'd like to be somebody, but I don't believe I can be. So. I don't know if I want to be anybody. Does that make sense? If I don't matter, if I'm just taking up space, nothing can hurt me, right? It's only when I reach out or try or make more of life than what I have that I can get hurt. No pain, no gain. Better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all. Etcetera. Blarg.




I think what I'm trying to say is...I should not write an LJ entry when I'm supposed to be making phone calls. That's on the list. LJ is not.