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Dec. 30th, 2005 05:08 pmDesioreSN (5:06:46 PM): I decided not to apply to MIT.
Shining Aardvark (5:06:54 PM): :P okay
DesioreSN (5:07:31 PM): okay
I have a feeling if I said 'okay' again, we could have kept it going for at least a minute.
...But I'm too tired. I think my new drugs are taking all my energy and putting it where I can't quite reach it. Not that I had much energy to begin with, HA HA.
Anyways. I was supposed to go to the science museum with my dad and brother to see the Star Wars...thing...but the morning tickets got sold out before my father could secure some, and the idea of trying to get into Boston around rush hour just to have some 'family time' just wasn't enticing enough. So instead I went to the cinema with Elizabeth. It was so good to see her again--we caught up a little bit but not really, but that's alright since when you're antisocial internet recluses there's never much to catch up on anyway.
We went to see "Walk the Line", which was about Johnny Cash, and maybe I just don't dig that style of music but I didn't at all understand how he became so famous. The actors were great, the plot was interesting, the problems and emotions were believeable, but for the most part the music sucked. "We play this way since we don't know how to play any better." Amen. Most anyone can strum chords without a hitch, and that's all that he was doing. Whee.
The movie was at the Capitol, which meant that I had about a 20 minute walk while Elizabeth had a hefty commute. I felt kind of badly about it, but she didn't seem to mind--and I think she had fun, so that's good. I know that it was fun for me...despite my normal feeling sickness..
This new drug seems only to be making things worse at the moment. I'm shaky and pale and exhausted--and my eyes have grown swollen and puffy. I don't really feel like myself. Then again, I stopped feeling like myself several days ago, before I started taking Prozak, so I don't know... Bleh, I'm too messed up to worry about drugs/what they might be doing to me anymore. But ostensibly, this new stuff isn't doing the trick.
On a different note, I got a new coat yesterday. It's long and thick and far too big for me. However, my mom realligned the buttons so that it fits a bit more snugly and it was on sale really cheap, making it very worth it. I wanted it since it's the most unique color--most coats are black or gray or navy blue, but this one's almost purple, a really dark shade almost like plum. I like it. It feels ridiculously heavy when you wear it indoors, but outside, when it's cold, it's warm as anything and you can easily ignore the weight. My mom also gave me a beret as a belated Christmas present, so with my new coat, new hat, pale features, and puffy eyes...I look like an entirely different person from who the one I'm used to being. That could contribute to why I feel so displaced.
Seeing that movie makes me wanna play my guitar [better than he did], but my arms feel like rubber. It's taking an uncomfortable amount of energy just to type this correctly, so I think that's a signal I should sleep.
Maybe when I wake up it'll all be better...
But I doubt it.
Shining Aardvark (5:06:54 PM): :P okay
DesioreSN (5:07:31 PM): okay
I have a feeling if I said 'okay' again, we could have kept it going for at least a minute.
...But I'm too tired. I think my new drugs are taking all my energy and putting it where I can't quite reach it. Not that I had much energy to begin with, HA HA.
Anyways. I was supposed to go to the science museum with my dad and brother to see the Star Wars...thing...but the morning tickets got sold out before my father could secure some, and the idea of trying to get into Boston around rush hour just to have some 'family time' just wasn't enticing enough. So instead I went to the cinema with Elizabeth. It was so good to see her again--we caught up a little bit but not really, but that's alright since when you're antisocial internet recluses there's never much to catch up on anyway.
We went to see "Walk the Line", which was about Johnny Cash, and maybe I just don't dig that style of music but I didn't at all understand how he became so famous. The actors were great, the plot was interesting, the problems and emotions were believeable, but for the most part the music sucked. "We play this way since we don't know how to play any better." Amen. Most anyone can strum chords without a hitch, and that's all that he was doing. Whee.
The movie was at the Capitol, which meant that I had about a 20 minute walk while Elizabeth had a hefty commute. I felt kind of badly about it, but she didn't seem to mind--and I think she had fun, so that's good. I know that it was fun for me...despite my normal feeling sickness..
This new drug seems only to be making things worse at the moment. I'm shaky and pale and exhausted--and my eyes have grown swollen and puffy. I don't really feel like myself. Then again, I stopped feeling like myself several days ago, before I started taking Prozak, so I don't know... Bleh, I'm too messed up to worry about drugs/what they might be doing to me anymore. But ostensibly, this new stuff isn't doing the trick.
On a different note, I got a new coat yesterday. It's long and thick and far too big for me. However, my mom realligned the buttons so that it fits a bit more snugly and it was on sale really cheap, making it very worth it. I wanted it since it's the most unique color--most coats are black or gray or navy blue, but this one's almost purple, a really dark shade almost like plum. I like it. It feels ridiculously heavy when you wear it indoors, but outside, when it's cold, it's warm as anything and you can easily ignore the weight. My mom also gave me a beret as a belated Christmas present, so with my new coat, new hat, pale features, and puffy eyes...I look like an entirely different person from who the one I'm used to being. That could contribute to why I feel so displaced.
Seeing that movie makes me wanna play my guitar [better than he did], but my arms feel like rubber. It's taking an uncomfortable amount of energy just to type this correctly, so I think that's a signal I should sleep.
Maybe when I wake up it'll all be better...
But I doubt it.
