it's raining and it's cold, and i don't have a jacket. i'm bored, i wanna drink, grind my body, be bacchus-for-a-night... anything to make me get out of my tidied-up hole (believe me!). BUT i don't have anything in my wardrobe. why? don't let me explain. it would be a long and weird explanation. i'm already weird as it is.
see.. just when i thought i'd let myself relax and enjoy, the universe suddenly concocts something so kill-joy and boring as this.
i'm notorious for bugging the hell out of my peepz (i have them, don't act so surprised) when i'm bored. and so i have. but then, not a lot of people are online or are in my vicinity right now (just five, FIVE!!!.. six, if you include my sleeping and fhm-posing roommate), seeing that it's a saturday night and most normal citizens celebrate the end of their five-day-long toils on saturday nights. obviously, bugging the hell out of five beings can also be a bit boring and lame. not to mention the intense hostility that i will get from those i irritated and harassed.
and so, i decided to change the template of this blog. my old template was old anyway (well.. duh!!!), so bringing something new and fresh to this abandoned place is very much welcome. as you can see, it's mostly black. and very minimally-designed. which, in essence, is the deepest and darkest core of my psyche. be as simple and as dark as possible. as to what i mean by "dark", i think you know it already.
speaking of freshening up, i think i will write more frequently this time. i hate writing in a notebook because i can't even read my own writing. nor do i want to store my thoughts in Miming, since she's prone to sudden, virally-induced freak outs. so i'd do it here na lang. i don't think anybody reads this crap anyway, except for you, if my statcounter is being honest and sincere. so from now on, whatever goes on in my life... i'll write.
yey, finally i'm now over my boredom.
but the rain is still pouring, i still don't have my jacket, and you bet your big, sexy gluts i still want to be drinking and dancing ala-van wilder. and i'm still miserably stuck since i can't do ANYTHING about it. the day is not mine, i concede.
oh, i just remembered. i still have that psychiatry textbook to read. might as well, just for kicks. who knows, i might diagnose you with a personality disorder someday, and say things like: "so (insert your name here), tell me about your childhood?"
and someday, you will inevitably spill your guts off to me.
someday.
currently listening to: across the universe soundtrack (LOVE is all we need. and this soundtrack also, just in case that lurve needs some fueling up)
currently reading: that damn psychiatry textbook, and "i am charlotte simmons" by tom wolfe.
Saturday, May 17, 2008
if things get boring, change templates. or watch movies. or sleep. just don't read a psychiatry textbook.
Posted by Mount at 5/17/2008 10:50:00 AM
Labels: bored, psychiatry, templates
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