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Have been feeling strangely sombre today. It is odd. For no reason. Yes. Well, there are a few reasons, but they are all tiny tiny niggly things in the face of the overwhelming sigh of contentment and fuzzy-winter-by-the-fire-warmth that is my life at the moment. So it's strange that they can effect [or affect] me thusly. Hm.
Parents irking me. Or shiney new Totalitarian attitudes of, rather. Bleh.
Offended most surprisingly today, and for apparently no reason. It was very odd. I'm not sure if I misinterpreted what was said. But I don't even know. But, I don't really care. It was just surprising, in much the same way that being zapped by an electric fence for the first time is. Surprising and unpleasant, but not really hurtful. Meh. Care not.
I feel like drawing. Don't want to go to work. Tired. Thirsty. Pants far, far too big. Ridiculous. Need/want more clothes. Very strange. Never wanted new clothes before, really. Pants, particularly.
"...told him that if his "vision" manifests itself as boiling human waste it's only because it tried to stay true to the source material..."
Overwhelming feeling of "meh" today. Very odd. Fridays, though, are bad days. Psych lecture is interesting. Wait, was. Hat man. Oh.![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
armygeek will need to know that lecturer-man was wearing a black and red cowboy hat at the beginning of the lecture and ended with a white cap thing at the end, no doubt. Although I really don't think she reads my journal. Which makes me sad.
I don't think I'm thinking as much as I should. Or, rather, it's not that I'm not thinking, it's just that I'm constantly getting lost in this fathomless pit of emotional thought. There aren't any words to it, really, although there are some very strange and interesting feelings. This one feeling I had this morning, I doubt I can put into words [as with all of them] but it was the shadow of a feeling I used to get when I was little, playing "The Game" [an incredibly complex role-playing thing that I'm not going into now. Not that we knew what role-playing was at the time...], or after I finished reading The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader [By C.S Lewis, but you should know that], or after watching The Secret Garden, or after finding this really awesome key I still have and trying to unlock trees with it... I was watching a Crow fly around and tried to imagine what it would feel like to be the crow, flying around. I almost could. Almost. Then I was hit with this powerful sense of loss. It was very interesting.
I want a tall ship. A problem I think will only be exacerbated by my reading of The Liveship Traders, but oh well. I think I might adore Robin Hobb.
I wish I didn't have to do things. I know it's completely pointless to even say this, but I wish I could just be paid to... I don't know, do whatever I want [ie. free money] and that I could just learn stuff, and that [wait for it, this is the very paramount of pretentious arrogance or something similarly spectacular] I could just do things whenever I felt like it. Which means, yes, I would like an entire institute of education dedicated to answering my every beck and call, willing to drop everything for my sake alone. Spectacularly selfish notion isn't it. Oh well. I think I'm entitled to illusions of grandeur.
Watching words form with your head tilted sideways on msn is somehow more fulfilling and fascinating than doing the same thing on livejournal.
Well... I suppose I should do some work now. Somehow my feelings of bleh make even this easy and relatively fun assignment I have to do boring and tasteless.
Ah! Work.
BAH!
Don't mind meee....
Parents irking me. Or shiney new Totalitarian attitudes of, rather. Bleh.
Offended most surprisingly today, and for apparently no reason. It was very odd. I'm not sure if I misinterpreted what was said. But I don't even know. But, I don't really care. It was just surprising, in much the same way that being zapped by an electric fence for the first time is. Surprising and unpleasant, but not really hurtful. Meh. Care not.
I feel like drawing. Don't want to go to work. Tired. Thirsty. Pants far, far too big. Ridiculous. Need/want more clothes. Very strange. Never wanted new clothes before, really. Pants, particularly.
"...told him that if his "vision" manifests itself as boiling human waste it's only because it tried to stay true to the source material..."
Overwhelming feeling of "meh" today. Very odd. Fridays, though, are bad days. Psych lecture is interesting. Wait, was. Hat man. Oh.
armygeek will need to know that lecturer-man was wearing a black and red cowboy hat at the beginning of the lecture and ended with a white cap thing at the end, no doubt. Although I really don't think she reads my journal. Which makes me sad.I don't think I'm thinking as much as I should. Or, rather, it's not that I'm not thinking, it's just that I'm constantly getting lost in this fathomless pit of emotional thought. There aren't any words to it, really, although there are some very strange and interesting feelings. This one feeling I had this morning, I doubt I can put into words [as with all of them] but it was the shadow of a feeling I used to get when I was little, playing "The Game" [an incredibly complex role-playing thing that I'm not going into now. Not that we knew what role-playing was at the time...], or after I finished reading The Voyage Of The Dawn Treader [By C.S Lewis, but you should know that], or after watching The Secret Garden, or after finding this really awesome key I still have and trying to unlock trees with it... I was watching a Crow fly around and tried to imagine what it would feel like to be the crow, flying around. I almost could. Almost. Then I was hit with this powerful sense of loss. It was very interesting.
I want a tall ship. A problem I think will only be exacerbated by my reading of The Liveship Traders, but oh well. I think I might adore Robin Hobb.
I wish I didn't have to do things. I know it's completely pointless to even say this, but I wish I could just be paid to... I don't know, do whatever I want [ie. free money] and that I could just learn stuff, and that [wait for it, this is the very paramount of pretentious arrogance or something similarly spectacular] I could just do things whenever I felt like it. Which means, yes, I would like an entire institute of education dedicated to answering my every beck and call, willing to drop everything for my sake alone. Spectacularly selfish notion isn't it. Oh well. I think I'm entitled to illusions of grandeur.
Watching words form with your head tilted sideways on msn is somehow more fulfilling and fascinating than doing the same thing on livejournal.
Well... I suppose I should do some work now. Somehow my feelings of bleh make even this easy and relatively fun assignment I have to do boring and tasteless.
Ah! Work.
BAH!
Don't mind meee....
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Offended? By what? You aren't allowed to have such cryptic comments! :P I refuse to allow you. </ totalitarian >
Does it matter who reads your lj? You did mention that you thought it was boring (I'm not stating my opinion, just what you said), so wouldn't it be... nevermind. I'm sure you understand what I mean, therefore I shall stop now before I put my foot in it.
For me it's just the idea that someone will read my journal, not whether they do or not. I mean, they might not care. I couldn't tell you for sure that you read my journal, but the idea that you have access to it if you want it gives me peace of mind.
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Oh. You know... not really too keen on saying, due to not wanting to stir stuff up. Livejournal wars suck. And I've never been in one, so...
Not really. I like that idea too.
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the stuff
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I believe I understand what you mean...