Smallhouse Log

Saturday night!

  1. Conveying: Exhileration
  2. Now Playing: the Onesiphorus demo CD I just got.... for free
  3. The Saying: "Not even you know what you do some of the time, and that just adds to the flavor of the expirience." - "HS" Matthew Bishop, 08/31
  4. Betraying: Amanda; Jody; Kat

Watching people is fun. have you ever watched someone who was watching someone watch someone else?

I plan to do the same thing tomorrow that I did last Sunday -disappear without a trace. It should be fun.

I've forgotten what I really wanted to post about. I'll just note, then, that the Mall is a weird place. It's the only place I can go in Sioux Falls where not everyone knows me. Is that what college will be like?

I remember part of it: You know those black shirts from Hot Topic that say "You laugh because I'm different; I laugh because you're all the same."? Well, I want a white shirt with black print that reads "You laugh because I'm the same; I laugh because you're all the freakin' same too, losers." I know, I'm a horrible person.

I think I've remembered all of it now.... I realized tonight that I just don't 'get' this whole boyfriend/girlfriend thing. What's the point of sticking a label on someone you care about like that? Even if Amanda and I weren't 'going out', I still wouldn't want to look at other girls, because I only care about her. I was going through that whole "Should I break up with Amanda?" cycle of thought again recently, and I realized that there was no point to it. I'm devoted to her, and one little label wouldn't change that. I'd still feel bad if I didn't talk to her; I'd still miss her; I'd still look forward to the next time I could see her. The fact that I might not be mature enough to handle a serious relationship like this still stands, but there's nothing I can do about it either way; with the exception, possibly, of growing up. I hate growing up. I typically don't mind it afterward, but the process itself is horrible. *sigh* It's really time for me to go to bed now. It's not even Saturday anymore, acording to the chronometer. (Have I mentioned that I also care not for chronometry in general? Maybe it's just because I'm 'chronometrically challenged' myself. Whatever.)

On a final note: Man, do I love Soul Calibur II.

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