Hmm. So it seems that if I thought I didn't care about New Year's before... Now I'm completely uninterested. Jenna and I talked most of the night. Just about whatever. Every once in a while I'd look up at the clock and didn't think much of it. Every once in a while I'd remember it was New Year's Eve and commented on how I kept forgetting about that. I'm a bit sad that I didn't get to continue our tradition... With Lisa stuck in DC, Jenna and I were stuck at home, so no diner and no 24 hour K mart, and no New Year's Quasi Mocking Celebration. Instead... Jenna and I were using the computer from around eleven to around one... I was on until about four, of course.... but our New Year's actually was a bit silly. We spent a while rummaging through sites on Portal of Evil, then looked down at the bottom of the screen after a while only to notice it was already 12:06 and we'd missed the new year. *shrug* Oops. "Happy New Year" "Yeah, Happy New Year." *both resume looking at the computer*

There are a bunch of people I'm *really* missing lately... darn it all. Why does this seem to be a constant factor in my life? I just whinge too much.

I'm not a tall person... but I'm apparently tall enough that being pushed all the way over to the side in the back seat of a Honda means I can't sit upright. It's six hours later, and I swear I still have a crick in my neck. And yet I seem to enjoy these trips, no matter how uncomfortable. Jenna, Rebecca and I were crammed in a back seat for two hours, all three of us silent, each with a discman on... It was all very anti-social really. I always fall asleep lately. No idea how I manage.

I'm so much more rested when away from certain routines, it seems. I think the main issue is stress and my lack of ability to manage it. So can I just work a stupid, trivial job, and move in with Lisa, Brendon and Matt and only pay $375 in rent per month and not even have my own room, but just not worry anymore? I just don't care what I do with myself for a living... all I want is peace and love... incorporated. *rolls eyes at herself* Shouldn't be allowed to be such an 80s child, really.

So I suppose if we want to get moving by eleven or so, going to bed by four would be a good idea? Je voudrais bien te voir... French is really invading my brain like mad of late. I hope next semester's class will be more worthwhile than I anticipate. Intermediate French.... Aarrgh. I'm still about on the level I was three years ago. I'm not fluent, but I think I darned well could be. Not by taking intermediate French, though. Bed, though! Hie thee hence, wench! Damn, but I'll be happy to see Lisa again.
posted by Unknown at 12:44 AM