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tuesday, march 24, 1998, 05:36 every night i tell myself that i'm going to clean my room, and every afternoon i wake up with better things on my mind. going to sleep a bit earlier tonight. pretty proud of that one. the only problem being that i'm already into the week part of this spring break, which means that once the week part is done, then i'm going to be into the weekend which means that the week is going to be over and all the things that i told myself i was going to do had not gotten done. i should do things today. i think that's what i'm going to do. i have a plethora of email addresses. and at this point in my evening i don't that i'm really forming coherent thoughts very well. no matter, it's just a brain dump, really, and there's nothing too coherent about one of those anyway. all those thoughts swishing inside and out, it's a wonder we can function well at all. today was really spent doing a whole lot of nothing. let someone into the theatre to pick up some props. picked up a playstation game. played a lot of bushido blade, so much so that now everything that i type looks like sword fighting motions. it's really sick. but at least i know that i'm not the only one who suffers from this. danny, before he fell into his sleep deprived semi-conscious state mentioned that he was seeing the same thing. after the mall trip in which i bought a Buffy tshirt and a beastie boys cd (my very first... i'm so behind the times) it was yet another movie night, starting latenight as always for the oscars were on and Sam wanted to watch those. So she came over and brian came over and we watched UHF and Ferris Bueler's Day Off. And for all of this, there really isn't any real emotion going through me. no real stories to tell, no feelings, no nothing. fun, to be sure, but since there's nothing to be depressed about right now, there's nothing to write about. and i suppose that i could make something interesting up, but what fun is that? real life is so much more interesting that fiction. although some people's real life are other people's fiction. i think it's time to quit before i hurt myself.
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