So after years of absence, I've decided to return to the world of on line journals. I think it's to "get myself out there," or whatever. Lately I've been isolated and I want to change that in some ways. This can also improve my writing, because I haven't used it for a long time. I've decided to make this mostly public with the more personal entries friend's only. LiveJournal isn't really popular anymore. I predicted the domination of MySpace in one of my last journal entries in my old one... and I was right. I don't think any of my friends use these anymore. I actually am perfectly okay with this, because I don't think I want people very close to me reading these things. I don't plan on talking a lot of shit, but I might not want to reveal certain information to certain people. People I don't know in person are welcome though, as long as they seem like decent people.
I think I left in the first place because outside opinions almost made me feel guilty for maintaining a journal. I don't remember exactly what I heard, but "attention needy" comes to mind. It disapoints me that the customize journal page is so different. Give me S1 any day! Love me some "Generator," and I've always have.
So anywho, I should start rambling on about my life, shouldn't I?
Janet, one of my best friends since I was 12, picked me up last night with our effeminate arabic friend, Wajih. After picking up a peppermint mocha latte at Starbucks, Wajih dropped up back off at Janet's and we watched that Tila Tequila show. Saturday night after we got high, we sat on her bed watching that show and got all excited when these two girls started fighting. Then it ended with that "To Be Continued..." b.s., so of course I had to see it. So we planned to meet up when the next episode aired, because we're dorks. When she dropped me off tonight, she said, "See you next Tuesday. At 10." It's pretty funny. I don't get to spend much time with her anymore, so I embrace it anyway.
Today is a half day of school. Since I'm on a modified schedule and I show up for second period and leave after fifth, I'm going to be leaving at like 10:15. It's kind of silly to even bother showing up... but I'm not going down that road again. I woke up after snoozing for three hours, and I sat in bed for awhile pondering about random things. Sometime during this I started to jones, badly, for some white. I haven't felt that way in a long ass time. It scares me, because now I probably have the connects. I don't want to get into that shit again. But the more I thought about it, the more I desired it, and before I knew it my heart was racing. I can't even remember what it feels like exactly. I just know I felt almost confident. I felt beautiful, and I talked more than I had ever talked. Every sentenced that came out of my mouth sounded like poetry to me. And for a change, I was productive. I loved the person it made me. After awhile it wasn't worth the guilt or the holes in my pockets, so I ended it reluctantly. I realized that I was wide awake now, so I went on the message boards a bit and browsed a few sites to calm down. Soon enough it was 4:45, and I saw Mishky, my bunny, sniffing around in his cage looking for attention. So I let him out and watched him run around the room and jump on the bed. Of course, after awhile he started being an asshole and crawled underneath the dresser where there are a bunch of wires, so I brought him back to his cage. I need to find a way to block of hazardous areas for him. Ideally I would like him to have a complete run of my bedroom, or even the house, without worrying about wire dangers or him crawling under something where he is out of my sight. Eventually arrangements will be made.
Later on when I get home I'll probably try to modify the appearance of this thing. More than likely with the slimmer tables and striped borders, like I always did.