Visual Stimulation

I realized that it has been some time since I put up a picture. Sadly, I was forced to delete all my pictures to free up hard drive space so all I have for you is a relatively uninteresting picture of some shrubbery.


Are you visually stimulated yet?

Eek

I need to stop watching TV/movies right before going to sleep. My dreams are getting way too interesting.

Mom-isms

After announcing to my mom my plans to marry an older man: "Whatever makes you move, baby."

My mother is a disturbing and fascinating woman.



In other news, HELLO NEW APARTMENT. I LOVE YOU AND YOU ARE MY FRIEND.

Ninth day of isolation

The walls are beginning to tell me their secrets. I am going up to SF to check out housing tomorrow. I will say no more lest I jinx myself, but let it be known that it may just be a sweeeet deal.

Trying to sew myself a syllabus costume. Sad to think that after spending $15 on materials and hours on labor, it is still going to look like a bedsheet and fall apart after one use. Need to redo the skirt--always forget that things need to get past the blimps I call legs before they can make it to my waist. My mum stumbled upon it and has since eyed it suspiciously every time I announce plans to go out.

It has been many days since I have made a lewd or inappropriate comment. I always feel a little less virile during the summers.

Have you ever tried to make shapes with ceiling patterns, like you would with clouds? It is pretty much the same, except that they dont move and you can stay in bed.

Tap tap

Been in complete isolation for nearly a week. Blog is the only one-way window to the outside world. Like crossing off days on the trunk of a tree on a deserted island.

My neck hurts

Mostly because I have been conducting most of my day to day business propped up on my bed for the last 3 days.

I have come to realize that I, unlike most living creatures, do not possess a fight-or-flight response. I dont panic, I dont stress, and I rationalize my way out of tight corners until the tales I am spinning fail to convince even me. As a result, I am irresponsible. I am of the "Problems will go away after a good nap" school of thought, and it has taken me to terrifying heights of delinquency. I must stop this before it is too late.

It is already too late.

Achievements since I have been home

--Got a new phone
--Converted my previously immaculate room into the aftermath of a tornado, overnight
--Became addicted to the original Star Trek
--Refrained from seeing (nonexistant) friends or even exiting my room, which has acquired a stale scent and a light aura of despair

Sounds pretty good. It is now time to vegetate on my bed and eventually fall asleep, one hand resting on my laptop keyboard, the other clutching a miscellaneous food/drink item.


Like this, but less adorable.

On a side note, in my attempt to look for images with which to supplement this post, I discovered that “vegetating” is also something fingers and toes do when they grow fungus and want to scare you.