Eating: Um... life?
Drinking:Dasani water
Wearing: Jeans, black tank top with built in bra, lavender panties, eith a little sleeping kitty on them, my claddagh, green choker and matching earrings, contacts, vestiges of the day's make-up, black belt.
Listening to: *Hummmmrumblerumblerumble* It's my washing machione making contented noises.
Chatting with: Keeping my own counsel.
Thinking: "I need to concentrate on my posture more."
Remembering: Dave's tongue ring.
Glad for: My ability to move past fear into growth.
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Pfwahahahahaha! all time - is relative
I have an intersting little story to tell, I found it very amusing, and i hope you like it as well. I have to ride the bus home from school (I haven't gotten my permit yet, despite the fact I am over 15.5), and I always sit next to this guy Dominic, who I call Dommie Dom Dom. He cannot stand this. Well, I had brought a lot of food on the bus that day (it is a 2 hour bus ride, I get hungry) and was pretty hyper. For any of you who haven't met me in person, when I get really hyper, I laugh funny. Well, technically, I hyperventalate. I can't really breathe, so when I try to breathe in between laughs, a high pitched squeak erupts. Most people find this incredibly amusing. Some have likened it to the sound of a dying rabbit or a cracked out donkey. Well, I was hyper, and I was laughing, and well, I was squeaking. Alot. And they were trying to get me to calm down enough so I could breathe (a couple of times I have nearly passed out from not getting enough air becuase I was laughing too hard). So I finally calm down, and put this enormous piece of a Strawberry Poptart in my mouth, when suddenly, and totally randomly, Dominic says, "Whenever I need to stop laughing, I think about my grandmother on the toilet." I immediatly start laughing, resulting in a veritable fountain of pop tart crumbs that showered down, covering a goodly part of Dominic. Ah. I had not laughed that much since go knows when. I enjoy having immature moments sometimes.
I don't really let anything bother me anymore. People tell me not to worry, and I'm all, what, you do? Not to say I am an unfeeling person, I consider myself a highly emotional person. I just don't let things bring me down anymore. I get happy really easily, and am very glad for that. Yesterday one of my friends in choir had a seizure and nearly passed out becuase she gave blood and didn't eat. I stayed with her the whole time, got her to calm down, breathe a bit more normally. I want to say I was worried, but I wasn't. I knew she would be ok, no matter what. If she died, I don't know how i would react, but I know that I would be able to move on relatively quickly becuase she would be where she needed to be. One of my teachers was bitching me out, and in my head I was just calmly think ing ot myself that they must be very unhappy, and I remeber feeling sorry for him. Mitch Lang, the psychic that helped me so much, told me I was more enlightened than 99% of the population, but that didn't mkae me any better. And it doesn't really. I'm just in a different place than them, and I just need to love everyone. I almost feel like I am bragging when I am doing this. I don't mean to try to change your views, they're yours, and they are wonderful for you. I am just meandering. It is nice sometimes just to prattle on. Sometimes I think this thing inspires me to be a bit more revealing than I intended.
Quote for the Entry: "Humor is just another defense against the universe."
Mel Brooks (1926 - )
P.S. I had Homecoming last weekend, and Ben is sending me the digital pics. If their is any interest in seeing them, leave a note. I'll need some help figuring out how to post the pics on a site then linking the site and such. Bah. Computer-stuff.
all time - is relative