Unreasonable Thoughts of the Last Hour

"Should I pay $3.50 for this cupcake?"

"People with such bad style shouldn't be allowed to have babies."


---and this---

"so i met this guy and we are kindda dating by internet lol i kno its ridiculous, but his parents hate him... i mean.. he didnt do anything wrong.. he just wass born. They just dont like him... and he is really stressed up... and he cries... "


.

notsoGood News

"Some people say that depression feels like a black curtain of despair coming down over their lives. Many people feel like they have no energy and can't concentrate. Others feel irritable all the time for no apparent reason. . . Most people who have gone through one episode of depression will, sooner or later, have another one. You may begin to feel some of the symptoms of depression several weeks before you develop a full-blown episode of depression." -from a page on depression.com

I was sitting on my bed, by myself, reading some information on this website. In the middle of the night, doing homework, very quiet, feeling quite solitary. I finished the last sentence in the excerpt posted above. I stopped reading. I started crying.

"I hate living like this," I thought.

I'm so tired. I identify with that last sentence too much.

I dried my eyes.

Hey. You had really started to convince me that it was possible that I might be happy again, in the future...you ridiculous, nameless boy.

But you've gone flat and unreachable, and I find less motivation to answer "maybe not" when I quietly wonder, "Will it always be like this?"



*sigh* Is it possible for me to kick myself in the ass, for once? That would be nice.

Fascism!

Blogger forced me to move to the new Google-controlled version! I'm hurt. I'm mad. I didn't want to switch. I wasn't going to switch. Being bought out by Google doesn't exactly sound like fun to me.

They made me switch!

And now they won't let me switch back!

And I have to sign in with my Google account!

Well, this might finally be the time to dump Blogger's stupid, um..."idiosyncratic" ass, once and for all. And move.

That's right. Move. Maybe to lj. (Sure, I was a little leery at first when lj switched to SixApart. And no, I haven't done any heavy research into the company, but so far, SixApart is nice. SixApart is cool. And SixApart doesn't make you sign in with your Google account. [Nor do they remind me of one Adolf Hitler.] So I'm okay with them.)

Take this as your last warning, Blogger. Pull any more dumb crap and I'm out.

Word of the Day

The word of the day is "tatterdemalion"!

[tat-er-di-mal-yuhn]
–noun 1. a person in tattered clothing; a shabby person.
–adjective 2. ragged; unkempt or dilapidated.

As in, "There are plenty of tatterdemalions in the streets of San Francisco."
-or-
"That night at Graham, he was turned away at the door due to his tatterdemalion attire."

=D