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. . Confessions of a Wandering Mind... .
. vague ramblings
01.02.04 - 9:14 a.m.

mmm... finally awake. besides a few brief periods of peeing/getting water, an hour of lying curled up in bed wishing for the pain to go away (having a really bad stomach ache + smelling a really good dinner from downstairs = sucky), and a half hour spent staring out the window at the stars (hey, shut up... it was really cool. you're all unemotional bastards), I slept solidly from 3:00 pm to 8:30 this morning.

that's too much sleep, I think.

but, I am able to think again ("think" in the sense that... I can do it as much as I could before, at least), and I've been having a lot of incoherent, unstructured thoughts ("thoughts," in the sense that they were random ideas that I was unable to... make coherent or put into structure), and I need to email drew b/c we haven't talked ("talked") in a while and we need to, and I kinda need to email other people because... I just do.

I need to email drew. and kate and beast, b/c they emailed me ages ago and I never responded. and brittany, because I promised I would. and... some old friends. I think I need to try to patch things up with some people. call it a new year's resolution, if you will. or... don't. because it's not. I have no unreachable goal of making things up with everyong that I managed to piss off last year (amazingly enough, the number of people is actually quite small, though *in awe*). I have no goals of being unreasonably nice to people, or of going out of my way to make them feel better, or whatever. but... email? that's not so hard to do, and for some reason I feel compelled to do it.

*cough*

you might be wondering who I'm talking about. but they're not going to be named, most simply becuase they don't need to be named.

also because you'd think I was insane if I did name them.

*shrugs*

I have a theory that... when different groups of people don't get along, and when they tend to... look down... on each other... it's not because one is wrong and one is right. if you think about it... we feel like we're right in this sense, but from their point of view... they are. so, I don't really go for that. I go for the idea that the groups in question simply have conflicting views, and they probably do not understand the other point of view and therefore feel the need to say it's wrong.

maybe it is wrong. who knows.

I'm being very vague.

wonder how many of you are able to pick up on what I'm saying.

probably more than I would like to think.

and because of that, I think I'm going to go now... need to shower (still), and analyze random diary entries, and do homework (hah, right). and... dammit, I have a trumpet lesson today, too. rar...

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