Wednesday, 28 September 2011

A Gaggle Of Morons

I'm currently located in the basement of Forest A Tower, hanging out with the group of people I've got to know so well over the course of last year. I guess I don't think about the fact that I've only known these people for less than a year. I mean, I didn't even start hanging out with a lot of them until 2nd semester.

Just a thought.

Saturday, 24 September 2011

Tearing Out My Hair On The Bedroom Floor

So, it's four thirty on a Saturday afternoon and I'm sitting alone in my room, doing nothing but browsing the web pointlessly.

I woke up at 3 today, so I suppose that makes the situation less pointless but still.

I'm listening to Matthew Fozzi, the ex-backing vocalist from Tacking Back Sunday's, new band's album. It's pretty solid so far. Nice to listen to something I want to listen to instead of some of the things my friends choose for our little music club thing. I really aughta write about that sometime. There are a lot of things I should theoretically write about, but I'm too damn lazy.

I've had trouble wanting to write anymore. I feel like if it's about a subject I'm actually passionate about then generally no one gives a damn. I don't just want to write posts about negativity, that just drags in a bunch of appreciated-but-misplaced sympathy. I want to write for myself, not for anyone else. Not right now.

I'll probably be writing here more. I hope that you'll still read this, as I do honestly want other people to read it. I like the idea of keeping so much out in the open like this. I just don't want to feel like I have to keep people entertained when I'm obviously piss poor at it.

This thing has been long enough, I'm going to get off my ass and do something productive. Like eat. Eating is productive.

Wednesday, 21 September 2011

Like A Ghost In The Static

Do you ever wonder if there's a point to anything you say, or if anyone finds it remotely interesting? What if it's wrong, or makes you look stupid? What if it's something you won't agree with tomorrow when you think about it, something you just said in the moment? How do you know when you're clear in mind, not just believing it? Which thoughts of yours are the ones you really mean? What if you can't figure out what you think about something? What if your perception of reality has become too warped to accurately assess a situation, even when you try? Why do you try?

Why am I even writing this? So I can get a pity comment? So some jackass friend can post something about how no one cares? Am I vain? Do I think I'm important? Witty? Clever? How can I tell if I don't think I am or I'm just being humble (or pretending to be)? Can one lie to themselves?

Just a bit of thought I'm going through while not studying.

Friday, 2 September 2011