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Sep. 25th, 2005 03:18 pm
Heh look at that... I lied about not getting online and checking my LJ, big shock ne? So how is everyone doing? Anything big going on? Y'all enjoying the weekend? Honestly I'm 50/50 on the entire thing.
:: sigh ::
Perhaps I made a mistake comming to Florida... Maybe I should have made a nest out of blankets and pillows under my loft bed and curled up in a corner for a week. :: shrugs ::
You know I really need to stop talking like this... Looking at everything from such a depressed state... But honestly I don't know how. I've gotten so used to putting up this bright, perky, personality for everyone that... Ugh..
Sometimes...when its really late at night and I can't sleep and there aren't any tears left I wonder what would have happened if I'd gone through with it... Would things be better? I know I wouldn't be hurting the people I care about anymore.
Okay...so a play by play of what I've been doing here in sunny, warm, Florida. Last night I saw a gator and attempted to make two rather large snails have a no rules cage match but alas that didn't work. This morning I took a nice long walk while everyone else was sleeping and I saw a bunch of birds, a huge turtle, and some snails. Bugged![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
mkiero on the phone for the majority of the time and declared loud and clear in public that I am the lizard queen. Ain't y'all proud? I also attempted to catch some of said lizards but when that didn't work out I tried to build a fort out of fallen palm tree parts and the stupid tree bite me. Okay...so it didn't really bite me but it felt like it. Danged thing has these thorny like parts.
Tonight Jules has suggest attending club after she gets off of work... That sounds interesting as I've never been in a club. Though I'm sure I'll just make an ass of myself in front of her friends and a bunch of strangers.
My RSD has flared up... It feels like millions of little needles trying to break out of my skin... But I can't seem to break out of my funk. But why bother...it's all my own fault after all. I think I'm going to take my book, some water, and go off and find a nice shady spot and disappear for a few hours. Sounds like a good plan to me... I've got enough to read that I think it can get me through the rest of the week.
Britin
:: sigh ::
Perhaps I made a mistake comming to Florida... Maybe I should have made a nest out of blankets and pillows under my loft bed and curled up in a corner for a week. :: shrugs ::
You know I really need to stop talking like this... Looking at everything from such a depressed state... But honestly I don't know how. I've gotten so used to putting up this bright, perky, personality for everyone that... Ugh..
Sometimes...when its really late at night and I can't sleep and there aren't any tears left I wonder what would have happened if I'd gone through with it... Would things be better? I know I wouldn't be hurting the people I care about anymore.
Okay...so a play by play of what I've been doing here in sunny, warm, Florida. Last night I saw a gator and attempted to make two rather large snails have a no rules cage match but alas that didn't work. This morning I took a nice long walk while everyone else was sleeping and I saw a bunch of birds, a huge turtle, and some snails. Bugged
mkiero on the phone for the majority of the time and declared loud and clear in public that I am the lizard queen. Ain't y'all proud? I also attempted to catch some of said lizards but when that didn't work out I tried to build a fort out of fallen palm tree parts and the stupid tree bite me. Okay...so it didn't really bite me but it felt like it. Danged thing has these thorny like parts.Tonight Jules has suggest attending club after she gets off of work... That sounds interesting as I've never been in a club. Though I'm sure I'll just make an ass of myself in front of her friends and a bunch of strangers.
My RSD has flared up... It feels like millions of little needles trying to break out of my skin... But I can't seem to break out of my funk. But why bother...it's all my own fault after all. I think I'm going to take my book, some water, and go off and find a nice shady spot and disappear for a few hours. Sounds like a good plan to me... I've got enough to read that I think it can get me through the rest of the week.
Britin