I think my journal would make any self respecting pyschologist send me straight to the looney bin. And I love that.
Low -key saturdays are not that bad. Especially when your nursing a hangover and a half. It was nice to get a full nights sleep. part of me wants to continue sleeping all day , waking up to some nice music, but maybe I'll do something constructive like read a book or write a poem. I dunno. I have infinite possibilities today, and I love that :)
I'm still on a high from yesterday. Which beats any normal high you can get. Trust me. ive tried. I feel sad sometimes when someone has absolutely no idea how great they are. I just want to scream in their face 'HEY, GREATIE! COME OVER HERE'.
I have yet to write the poem of the century, but im trying. the mood is building, im just trying to find the right words. the perfect words.
I feel a visit from uconn is inevitable over the next couple months, mainly because I genuinely miss the people. There are some greaties over there that need to be schooled. Once i finish schooling myself, that is. In the meantime though, nothing beats a crunkfest at westconn. I dont try to leave at 6 AM either when my key arent on me, which is an improvement.
Sunday, January 29, 2006
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