seethingblue's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- babbling my feet, frozen beneath three layers of blankets i'm breathing this weather in slowly...happy, but not for the homeless man who froze on a bench in front of Publix...i'm in activist in thoughts and not practices. if i was really in love with humanity (which i cannot say is always the case), i would get off my bum and really make a difference. i watch loads of television and don't listen to nearly enough records, i guess. i babysat on new year's eve, esther, who turned out to be a pathological liar. i know children will lie, but every other sentence out of her mouth turned out to be a lie and it made my stomach turn with distress. her mother ran away not to long ago...experiences like that can turn you into a professional fibber....but still we made paper dolls and watched the Goonies...i felt out of touch with all the other college sophomores of the world...i watch cartoons galore and enjoy all of them and i eat cereal three meals a day, i don't drive, i don't have a job, i don't even have a hobby....i read novels until four in the morning...refrain from brushing my hair... hide the chocolate candy wrappers under my bed and am a guaranteed mess i'm sheltered. but happy. sometimes. most of the time. how can this be measured? my toes are frozen right now because we have to use tiny oil radiators that may burn this house to the ground. and there isn't one in here and this computer doesn't give off nearly enough heat....that's probably a good thing. i'm babbling now so i better get off and make the most of my youth while i still have it i don't even know what to say on this thing anymore. 12:31 p.m. - 2002-01-03 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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