I keep having these weird thoughts. I think about every little detail of...everything. Past memories, thoughts about the future, getting paranoid about the future, thinking of stuff I have to do, you get the point. Sometimes I think I have ADD, or that disorder where you have too many thoughts at once. When I get bored, my mind goes into overdrive. It's really a dangerous thing. The sad part is that 70% of the time I am bored. I wonder if anyone has seriously died from boredom...I could understand if they did. They'd probably had an ulcer or too much stress. Then I tell myself to calm the fuck down and get rid of these thoughts. It's really hard to have no thoughts at all. Didn't someone say that once you've gone completely thought-free that you've reached nirvana or enlightenment? Weird.

Anyway, banjo update time: Still no banjo. Violin update time: Still no violin. These are the next two instruments that I would like to learn how to play. My cellphone is still broken. I think I was going to get a new one or something.

I keep on dreaming about my old school and past classmates. It's weird because I used to be best friends with this girl and now I keep dreaming about her even though I haven't spoken to her in like two years. Last night I had a dream about my old 8th grade class. We were in some designing room and we had to design an outfit that had to be judged by some...judge. I picked some orange t-shirt and a turquoise oxford. I don't really know why it went into that much detail. People always say dreams mean things. I guess they do sometimes, but other times they can just be a load of thoughts you've had or something. They don't necessarily have to mean anything. My dreams predict stuff. Before the show Spongebob Squarepants came out, I had this dream that there would be a brand new character that was a yellow square. Lo and behold a few months after I had my dream, this new cartoon came out. It was quite freaky. Then, another time I had this dream about a beach and there were really large waves. There was a particular look the beach had, there was like a wall of sand behind it and shit. Then like a couple weeks later there was something going on at a beach and it was on Kron 4, and it was literally the exact same beach I had dreamt about. Exactly the same. Weird.

I'm feeling like a gold fish in a plastic bag. Seriously. I have this feeling that I'm encased in my tiny little room. That everything is the same old boring thing. I really need to get out. Even when I do go out, like to the movies and whatnot, it still feels like I'm in the same damn movie theatre I've gone to every time. I need new stuff. I'm seriously going insane. I'm going to try new shit now. I have to. Or else I'll die.

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» Devin (201.88.74.130) on 2010-09-02 05:27:56

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