Despite this reference to the saddest/creepiest Sublime song ever composed, I feel okay. That's the problem, though: I feel just okay. I'd like to feel good, but that ain't happening right now. At least if something traumatic were happening, I could have an excuse to feel bad. The thing is, though, nothing bad is happening right now, really.
But that doesn't necessarily mean that I can't find a reason, right? Let's get this train wreck-a-rollin'!
Each day I wake up it always seems like it's a lot later than I'd like. I've become so nocturnal without school-related matters to keep me focused that I have occaisionally been unable to sleep until the sun peeks up over the horizon. For most, that would be the welcome of a new day. For me, it means the end of one. It's heroically morose to think that a sunrise means the end for me, but whatevs, yo.
There's also this thing about going to bed alone every night. When my room got really cold this winter I could count on a girlfriend helping me keep my covers warm and comfortable. I don't have this anymore, but luckily the weather is picking up in both temperature and outlook. Each day I am trying to tell myself to bide my time until the day that I meet someone else, because it will happen. I am far too fucking awesome to be single for very long. At this point it's a timing issue more than it is a personal issue. That doesn't mean that I can't get frustrated, women popping up at every opportunity like so many pop-up ads on a computer screen. Clicking them away won't keep them away. God, where is my firewall?
Also, my arms are a tad sore from carrying around my tuba all night last night. Woe is me. Everyone is out to get me.
Okay, so maybe I'm not very good at this. Where's an emo kid when you need them?
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