Sunday, January 10, 2010

Some man is stumbling down the street outside yelling something incomprehensible at the top of his lungs over and over. It makes me wonder how people get that crazy. And it makes me happy, that after all of the looney stuff I have been through I am still in one piece. I’m not the smartest, most beautiful, most eccentric, most talented, and charming person in the world. But I’m not too bad. I’m pretty damn good actually.

I still spend most of my time alone. Maybe this is what really irked me when J took me off of facebook, because I’m normally the one to do something so paranoid and unsociable. I’m used to drawing away and hiding in a corner, being pulled out to play, and communicate. But this I suppose is changing as I find my niche, and feel less bad about dropping the people and things that have in the past misunderstood and misused me. Tomorrow I have the day off. I will be walking around in a zone listening to my ipod, stretching my legs, imagining what possibilities await me in the future. Life really is not bad. I hope Aunt D won’t be too offended or too aware of the fact I exed her from my Facebook. I thought, oh what the hell, I’m going to just take a load of people off. J thought I was too nosy maybe. Well maybe I am. My dad got paid to be undercover and nosy. I just do it for free. All the time. I naturally snoop. That’s why I suppose I don’t mind other people’s snoopiness, I just may take you off my page if you leave me a billion mundane comments about the weather, and misspelled too.

Tomorrow I have to finish the Solitaire Mystery. And maybe I’ll take myself to see Avatar. Or maybe I’ll just wander like I said, like a nomad, like a viking, like a pirate…

If only AH were here to help me steal ketchup from the university cafeteria. Lol, we we’re completely out of our minds and it was perfectly normal and fine =)

I miss it.

I wish certain people would move to Pandora with me, I already know I would prefer it.

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