Well, I was in a beautifully creative mode earlier today, with the perfect snippets of witty blog banter coming to mind...yet this is the first time since 7:50 this morning that I've been next to my laptop charger.
Shame.
I guess I'll just have to have horribly stressful, not studying for midterms (among other belated works of the home), and two a.m. phone call weekends more often. Let me tell you, I feel as old as I look young (and honey's got the freckles). There's this scene (6 minutes in) in Company where Marta reveals her secret to understanding different New Yorkers by their asshole...yeah, I'm pretty sure the world's trying to rip mine open. (There's Classy Karen, she's back!)
Did you know that I sporadically check my email, just to delete the spam, to have something to do? (Of course not, nor do you care.) But then sometimes I leave it to read later...just in case I think I'll need more of something to do.
There's also these times where I'm sitting completely still, until I suddenly get the sensation that I'm rocking back and forth involuntarily...and I can't tell if I really am. Maybe I need to be exorcised.
I can keep someone from jumping off the edge, but I can't convince anyone to back away from it, myself included. I'd say my stress today has been dramatic...but I started twirling around in the forum on a computer chair earlier...not to say that isn't fun, but I saw it as a sign of insanity. I can only handle one group of stress at a time, and I'm getting all these categories.
And boy, you can be a damn good person, but I promise that you can't make people treat you better. Life Lesson Number I Lost Count: The Golden Rule. Treat others the way that you want to be treated (so you'll have good karma and shit). But don't expect them to do the same.
I'm paranoid.
I'm schizo.
I think I may even have hypochondriasis.
(See what I did there?)
(...^that's a funny joke, by the way. It's ironic.)
Wait...my friends are talking about Beatle bondage...I can no longer focus on this blog.
[To be continued...]
It's only been a few minutes since you wrote this and I've already read it: tells you how often I creep on your blog.
ReplyDeleteNot that much really.
Truth is, you can't make people do anything, unless you've got power. But then that's not so good either.
I don't know what I'm saying.
And being insane is quite common. Heh.
Well, this comment was fairly useless.
I kind of wish I were there to talk about Beatle bondage.