You could be waiting for a day that won't come
| Saturday, November 25, 2006 |
| I've never been so emotional over a postcard before. |
 |
posted by Fucking Bingo @ 4:41 PM  |
|
|
|
| Friday, November 24, 2006 |
| So, what do you think? |
I changed my blog. A lot. I'm not sure how I feel about it yet. Hopefully I'll get used to it and hopefully you will too.
It looks kind of funny in my browser. I think that's just my screen though.
I'm in this weird happy/lethargic/depressed/energetic mood. Is that physically possible? |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 8:21 PM |
|
|
|
| Thursday, November 23, 2006 |
| Too many postings |
So I seem to have started doing the whole write-more-on-my-lj-than-blogger-thing that I flip in and out of at random. Don't ask me why because I don't have an answer.
I'm just in the GCSU office right now. It's boring and tiring. I kind of wish I hadn't of taken on so much this year, it just stresses me out and makes me depressed. Shit, I just want this chick in the office to leave so I can do real work. There's so much to do in such a limited time-frame. I also want her to leave so I can play my music. I'm craving some IMA Robot, and The Oohlas.
Well, this sucks. My posts are so damn pointless. I need interesting things to happen to me. I should re-phrase that seeing as interesting things do happen to me: I need interesting things, that I can talk about openly, to happen to me. Ah, yes, much better. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 3:29 PM |
|
|
|
| Monday, November 20, 2006 |
| silly body |
| I originally tried to write this in blogger, but it seems to have a hate-on for me today. So here's the link. Labels: conversations |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 4:29 PM |
|
|
|
| Saturday, November 11, 2006 |
| black eyes |
I don't understand. I think that's what makes it more difficult. I could theorize until the end of time and I still would feel that I've gained no knowledge. And I'd still be in this state.
I've officially frightened my mother. I feel terrble, like I've made a mistake, though she assures me I have not. I just didn't know what to do. It feels as if whenever I'm like this the whole world turns away until I'm ready to be on the other side of the spectrum. Sadia, I hate you, let's go hang out with Radia.
Nadia doesn't even enter the equation; Nadia is in the middle; Nadia doesn't exist; Nadia is some sort of sweet reoccuring memory, like a deja vu.
My mother was ready to drive from Ottawa to Toronto... tonight. I think that would make me push it inwards more. I don't forsee that being any good. Nor is leaving any good.
The only things that make me feel anything are the worst things for me. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 1:22 AM |
|
|
|
| Saturday, November 04, 2006 |
| stable |
I had this beautiful moment this morning. I just sat outside, alone. It's the first time in a while where i really had alone time to me, just me. I just sat quietly and timed my exhales with each falling leaf. It was so cold I could feel every single hair on my body stand on end, and my leg began to shake; but it was just so nice.
Usually, I allow comments on my posts, but not today. This is so no comment ruin my calm. I don't want people's words sodding up this perfect moment; this perfect stillness inside.
I feel another change coming on. |
| posted by Fucking Bingo @ 6:21 AM |
|
|
|
|
