| Wow, fastest period of madness ever. That was only a week. I can't believe it! What is wrong with me? Maybe I need to drink wine and weep silently whilst making angry remarks on the journal page. It was so interesting. What's going on?
Clever! Clever people. I can't wait to get my new camera. Kick-ass.
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| I'm listening to Jesse McCartney, Avril Lavigne, Kelly Clarkson...you know: all the sappy pop songs. One reason: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE.
psych. not really. really?
I really annoy myself sometimes.
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| You know that rare season that comes along once in a while? It is beyond amazing.
Symptoms:
-You don't care to eat.
-You can hardly sleep.
-You can't wait for morning to arrive.
-Time flies by yet it seems to linger when extraordinary events are occurring.
-Also you are in the first flush of rebirth. You feel reborn, and you are wildly optimistic.
-But at the same time, you are hopelessly self-aware, and it's so hard to keep one's emotions in check.
Also, it is not "cute." It is beyond horrifying.
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| It appears that my script doppelgänger is not very likeable. Er, failure much? My god, I am a fucking bitter person. I didn't realize how much I hated myself until I got an objective perspective...but then again I shouldn't surprise myself because I don't even try to emphathize with myself, which is my biggest failing. But I absolutely loathe the idea of self-pity, and I project that onto the people surrounding me, which in the end really reflects on me. I forgot that I was supposed to tell a story, not to exorcise my frustrations on paper. I will have to separate myself from that, and stop obsessing about the minute details of hate. I guess I should do love and happiness and ladidadida because if the rest of humankind thought like me, the number one cause of death wouldn't be heart disease, it'd be heart break.
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| woah. What a crapload of amazing life-sustaining midterms/subsequent tests I have. I really hate subsequent tests. and papers as well. SRSLY.
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