Yes, I'm still irritated by this whole ordeal. Seeing their cutesy pictures together on facebook is actually making me slightly sick. I'll never listen to It Makes Me Ill the same way again.

Bad joke. >.>

Honestly, though, besides the sense of betrayal, guilt, self-depreciation, rage, anxiety, restlessness, loneliness, frustration, self-doubt, etc. (all in varying degrees; mostly mild) this hasn't been such a bad situation to be in. I certainly won't be taking companionship for granted anytime soon. My appreciation for restless wanderings at night have also increased, and I have started a chain of events that will hopefully lead to the revival of my bicycle and some sweet night-riding. A few nights ago, I was tossing-and-turning, and I was even, gasp, inspired with a bit of words. Far too trite to consider writing down (and I was far too sleepy), but still. That never happens!

You know I've never ridden my bike outside of my neighborhood? I'm nearly twenty years old. That's ridiculous! The first thing I'll do is ride down to my old elementary school. I've already gone there by foot, so it follows that I should continue my expeditions. Who knows what my come next?

Today's my dad's birthday. Rather, it would be.

A few nights ago I was lamenting the fact that my childhood bathrobe is so small on me when my mom went and dug out my father's old robe for me. It fits pretty well, although I think the sleeves are a bit short. And knowing my dad, it WOULD be a white robe with vertical cherry-red stripes. Hahahaha it looks so dumb...but it sort of looks good.

So anyway, I'm sitting in my room, sprawled around on the bed, wearing this goofy robe, sulking about girls, probably recording Glitch Mob, and suddenly it struck me that it was Just One Of Those Nights. It really is a cursed shame that I'm not a movie or TV show or something. Heh.

I suppose it's a good thing that I have a perverse sense of humor. Things are better when they're funny. Still, it surprised me how much I laughed when it occurred to me that He and She are not likely to get along very well. Sort of a cruel pleasure.

...of course, I thought the same thing about the last Him and the last girl...it just strikes me that they have very different sets of values. Very different. She and I are pretty different too, I guess, but at least our priorities line up. So it will be interesting to see how completely I am proven wrong in the months to come. teehee

Well I think that's all the moping I'll do here tonight. I ate a big dinner with Mum but I still feel sort of sick in the tummy. Stupid pictures. -.-

Still trying to figure out what happened, but I think this post has given me a vague idea at least.
» randomjunk on 2011-07-29 03:37:03

1st your page is very pretty. second in response to your comment
>.>
» hiddenagenda on 2011-08-09 12:16:10

I like the new layout. The outlining is smart, too. It lets me read it when it's still loading.

I'm sorry about the girl troubles. :(
» jinyu on 2011-08-09 09:31:34

I know that bad tummy feeling quite well. It's just awful. I'm sorry for the friend/lady troubles, but if the two of them really do have a different set of values, I feel your prediction will be correct. At least it'll be an interesting show to watch?
» Amelie on 2011-08-09 11:44:05

1st: http://intern.nasa.gov/
In case you are interested.

2nd: I love *NSYNC.

3rd: Sorry about your troubles. Remember that guy on the internet who chronicled his adventures playing Oregon Trail with all of his ex-girlfriends in the wagon with him? I always remember what he said about his girl who was stolen by his friend: "Their relationship ended in ruin, three years later than I predicted, but in ruin just the same." hahahahahaha.
» Zanzibar on 2011-08-10 01:12:54

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