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Running low on thoughts
Feb. 20th, 2006 10:04 am*curls up under blankie* It's cold. Like, freakishly wintery cold. Thought I'd share.
Saw Diary of a Mad Black Woman yesterday. I don't know what I thought of it. I laughed until it hurt at parts of it, so I cannot say it was a bad movie, and occasionally I'd feel something good during the movie, but mostly it felt like there was something missing. I kept waiting for whatever it was to fall into place and make the whole movie click, and it just never happened. Which made me feel bad since Cass so wanted me to love this movie like she does. And I don't. Of course, the last half an hour was spent with my father waiting impatiently for the movie to end, so maybe the magic piece was there, but I missed it with the Dad there.
Bought clothes yesterday. I'm iffy on trying them on at home because I want to love them, but I'm not so good with the love. Still, I never buy new clothes...
Still waiting for my fluff to arrive. Annnnnyday now would be nice. Other assorted things: Widget went home yesterday, Cass came over, and I cleaned my room up quite a bit.
I think I should go eat something more substantial than raisin toast. Which, while yummy, is not all that filling after three hours.
You ever have that moment where you realize you want something more, but for the life of you, you don't know what more is? For me there's an inkling that it's nothing major, but I don't know what the more is. I feel like I'm tap dancing around this hole somewhere in my life, and for the most part I only notice it as this underlying feeling of there should be something else. It's not a "woe is me" kind of thing, it just is. And it's fine, except for that part of me which is pretty sure a hole should not be there, and if it is, you kind of need to fill it. But then I'll get distracted and continue on with the dance.
The scab on the back of my right hand got yanked off yesterday [ew, I know] but no blood. Just this small little pink dent beneath my middle finger's knuckle. It's weird to type and look down and see it.
If you need me, I'll be elsewhere. Be good.
Saw Diary of a Mad Black Woman yesterday. I don't know what I thought of it. I laughed until it hurt at parts of it, so I cannot say it was a bad movie, and occasionally I'd feel something good during the movie, but mostly it felt like there was something missing. I kept waiting for whatever it was to fall into place and make the whole movie click, and it just never happened. Which made me feel bad since Cass so wanted me to love this movie like she does. And I don't. Of course, the last half an hour was spent with my father waiting impatiently for the movie to end, so maybe the magic piece was there, but I missed it with the Dad there.
Bought clothes yesterday. I'm iffy on trying them on at home because I want to love them, but I'm not so good with the love. Still, I never buy new clothes...
Still waiting for my fluff to arrive. Annnnnyday now would be nice. Other assorted things: Widget went home yesterday, Cass came over, and I cleaned my room up quite a bit.
I think I should go eat something more substantial than raisin toast. Which, while yummy, is not all that filling after three hours.
You ever have that moment where you realize you want something more, but for the life of you, you don't know what more is? For me there's an inkling that it's nothing major, but I don't know what the more is. I feel like I'm tap dancing around this hole somewhere in my life, and for the most part I only notice it as this underlying feeling of there should be something else. It's not a "woe is me" kind of thing, it just is. And it's fine, except for that part of me which is pretty sure a hole should not be there, and if it is, you kind of need to fill it. But then I'll get distracted and continue on with the dance.
The scab on the back of my right hand got yanked off yesterday [ew, I know] but no blood. Just this small little pink dent beneath my middle finger's knuckle. It's weird to type and look down and see it.
If you need me, I'll be elsewhere. Be good.
