Having nothing to say is no excuse for not writing an entry.
At the moment I'm lightheaded and don't know why. I think it's rather amusing though, and it's making me smile for reasons I can't understand.
My life of the past few days has mostly been confined to grinning and occasionally bouncing up and down while saying, 'IgettoseeBrightEyes!' all in a rush. Like the text, you see?
I was so sad the last tour, because the closest he came to me was Cleveland, and that's just too far for me. But now he's added a show in Columbus. And I am very happy.
I've finally admitted that he's my favourite musician when all normal factors--music, lyrics, technical talent, whatever--are taken out of the equation. A pure ranking based on emotional impact in my life. I don't like listing things in that manner, it's not logical and I can't back up the lists with anything. In fact, I think I'd like to forget that I ever made the list. Now that I've mentioned it. Jeebus.
I promise to shut up about other people's music now. For a while. Yes.
I went shopping today and bought...mostly socks, actually. I got some mary janes finally, and consequentially needed some cute socks to go with them.
They make Care Bears socks now/again. I almost cried and fell to my knees when I saw them. It's trendy as hell, I'm sure, but that was my favourite show for an ungodly long time as a kid. I actually remember watching several episodes, and my childhood memories are few and far between. Ergo: I needed the socks. And I have them. They look disgustingly cute with the shoes, and I am resolutely in love. With my feet. In the shoes. Jeebus again.
An unusual number of people are dying lately. I can't see my grandmother living for more than two more years. Is it sad that I'm already preparing myself for her death?
It's possible that I think about death too much, especially considering I have no fear, hatred, or particular love for the state.
I think about everything too much.
Okay. That's enough. (Yes, these are the patterns my brain works in. Not that odd, is it?)
revoless.
1:59 a.m.
July 21, 2003.
Listening to: Pedro the Lion.
Drinking: Nothing.
Eating: Nothing.
A proper rant or My body is conspiring with my head to kill me