2007-02-01

enter stage left. nothing.

I am pretty much a blank slate. I could tell you about it but it would be the most boring thing that ever happened in your life. I am just going along with the ride. Sadly, perhaps a bit zombified. I suppose I can't know how much I dislike being a zombie without actually being reminded of what its like every once and a while. I went ice skating yesterday. Victoria park. I don't think I'm going to grow up guys. I remember going to Danielles housewarming party back in sept and I remember thinking I could never impress these people. Her boss was there, he asked that age old question: what do you do? I never talked about work because most of the time it's too fucking practical for me and really holds no bearing as far as my character is concerned. So, the things I can remember, I colour with crayons and a jumbo colouring book when I can't sleep, I breathe and sometimes I do sleep, I live and for most of this I'm drunk. Really, I have no idea what to tell to people who think that I am going to have some sort of story to entertain them. What a shitty question anyways. Then my turn when it gets silent. They expect me to ask the same. Instead I say something like 'what's your favourite childhood memory?'. I know to this question a few chuckle and walk away. Sometimes I can get people to talk to me.
It just seems forced.
Everything seems forced today.
You know when you are not thinking but thinking at the same time. It's like it's all a blur but theres something there if only you could pick out which it was thats being an iron ring through you...at least then you could start somewhere.
I have no place to start. No finish line. I am just moving towards nowhere.
I am not as sad as I seem just feel extremely apathetic today. I am sure tomorrow will be better. I hope it's like the movie groundhog day except for the day is a good one instead of constantly annoying.
I've lost my i.d. so I really hope no one wants to get polluted.
I think it might be another chill out weekend anyways.

I just want to laugh and sleep.
Or laugh so hard it makes me tired.
Or be so tired that I can't stop laughing.

Katrina at 10:11 AM

2007-02-01

enter stage left. nothing.

I am pretty much a blank slate. I could tell you about it but it would be the most boring thing that ever happened in your life. I am just going along with the ride. Sadly, perhaps a bit zombified. I suppose I can't know how much I dislike being a zombie without actually being reminded of what its like every once and a while. I went ice skating yesterday. Victoria park. I don't think I'm going to grow up guys. I remember going to Danielles housewarming party back in sept and I remember thinking I could never impress these people. Her boss was there, he asked that age old question: what do you do? I never talked about work because most of the time it's too fucking practical for me and really holds no bearing as far as my character is concerned. So, the things I can remember, I colour with crayons and a jumbo colouring book when I can't sleep, I breathe and sometimes I do sleep, I live and for most of this I'm drunk. Really, I have no idea what to tell to people who think that I am going to have some sort of story to entertain them. What a shitty question anyways. Then my turn when it gets silent. They expect me to ask the same. Instead I say something like 'what's your favourite childhood memory?'. I know to this question a few chuckle and walk away. Sometimes I can get people to talk to me.
It just seems forced.
Everything seems forced today.
You know when you are not thinking but thinking at the same time. It's like it's all a blur but theres something there if only you could pick out which it was thats being an iron ring through you...at least then you could start somewhere.
I have no place to start. No finish line. I am just moving towards nowhere.
I am not as sad as I seem just feel extremely apathetic today. I am sure tomorrow will be better. I hope it's like the movie groundhog day except for the day is a good one instead of constantly annoying.
I've lost my i.d. so I really hope no one wants to get polluted.
I think it might be another chill out weekend anyways.

I just want to laugh and sleep.
Or laugh so hard it makes me tired.
Or be so tired that I can't stop laughing.

Katrina at 10:11 AM