Monday, November 17, 2008

I just put on the same clothes I wore yesterday because, well, because I felt like I needed to get dressed and it seemed like the easiest and fastest option. And let's face it...I'm in the middle of nowhere. It doesn't really matter what I wear, no one is going to see me anyway. And I don't care. Why am I even writing about this. Because I can, that's why.


It's nice to not know anyone here. I'm bored as hell, but I feel absolutely no obligation to anyone. Except for the fact that I just found out one of my friends from florida is going to school up here, and I made the stupid mistake of getting his number and asking him to hang out.


Why do I do stupid things like this purely out of the fact that he's someone I know. I haven't seen him in three years, didn't really even know him that much at the time, and have no real desire to sit around with someone I barely know digging for things to talk about. Maybe thats just too cynical and I'm just too much inside of my own little shell, but yeah...that's the way it is.


Since I quit smoking and drinking coffee I decided it was time for a new habit, and here it is:

skin care! I figured if I started thinking more about the condition of my skin, it would give me more of a reason not to smoke. It's actually kind of fun and fulfilling. I even got the hand repair cream, to repair some of my grandmotherness.
I feel prettier and my eyes feel less baggy and liney, and that's a good thing.
Also, I'm here at my parents house in Walla Walla, Washington, and yesterday my father told me that there is a lot of native american history here. And I couldn't sleep last night, because I think the house is haunted by indians. So I fell asleep to Celebrity rehab with dr drew, or run's house, or one of those mtv shows. I heard things being thrown at the window and I looked out and thought I saw the masked guy from the strangers. I think I shit myself. Then I heard breathing...it may or may not have been dad snoring, but I think it might also have been an indian snoring.
So I wish someone were here to cuddle with and protect me so I could sleep.
I think I'm going to try to find a bookstore in this dinky little town.

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