Saturday, December 13, 2003

Movies and itchy eyes, among others..

Current Mood: ....too many moods for one moment. Listening To: "Falling Away With You" - Muse I can't sleep. >.< It's like two in the morning, and a half an hour ago all I wanted to do was just curl up and go to bed. But now I can't sleep at all. What's up with that? Tonight I went and saw Love Actually with my sister and it's got like every British actor and his/her mother in it. And some very good looking guys and wonderfully romantic tales. All in all, a very good watch, although it made me sort of lonely. However, I'm going to have to beat back my closet romantic now. Damn it. My job is never done, I say. Because of this, though, and some other random impulses, I felt like listening to Muse. Beautiful Muse. It's quite soothing, actually. Right, the itchy eyes thing. All this leaving home, spending weeks upon weeks away from here, and then coming back has made me realize that I am indeed allergic to dog hair. Which sucks ass, because I love dogs - especially my dog. Thankfully, however, it does seem to go away. Or rather, I get used to it again. Either way, I'd rather have itchy eyes than live without my wittle puppy-wuppy. I'm a little hungry. I wish I had some Ramen noodles. That would be wonderful right about now. And I would gladly go out and buy myself some, except for the small detail that I don't have a car. Seeing as my parents don't seem to trust my driving anymore, I won't get one for a long time. At least until I have the money to buy it myself. By then, I could very well be dead. Which brings me to a rant - I live in a particularly nice house, I think, and my family isn't disgustingly rich or anything, but we're pretty secure. It makes me sick, however, to drive down to the Winter Park cinemas like we did tonight, seeing all these snobby high school jerks with their Mustangs and their BMWs and what have you, talking on cell phones and generally being a nuisance to my very existance. (Yes, they anger me.) Now you know as well as I do that they didn't buy that car. Or that cell phone. Or those designer jeans that they can't figure out how to wear properly - buy a belt, son. I don't even know what I'm ranting about. It just seems superficial to me, I guess. I love money, sad but true, and I guess it just bothers me to see so many kids with so much who don't seem to appreciate what they've got at all. Granted I could be wrong, and some of them I'm sure do realize how god damn lucky they are. I could just be stereotyping. But in any case, it urks me. All I want is some Ramen noodles. That's all I ask for. Speaking of cell phones, I want to throw mine out the window. I'm going to defenstrate my cell phone. Oh, that sounded cool. Now this is some stream of consciousness, right here. This is all crazy-talk. That's what it is. Which reminds me, Tony, I'm very sorry to hear about your impending doom. ^__^ Although it did, in a really twisted sort of way, brighten my mood quite a bit. You rock. I'll miss you when you die. Heh... er... yeah. I think it's time to stop the insanity for now.

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