Huzzah!!!

I just bought my new album!
Yay!
I'm on the fourth track right now.
It's really fantastic.
*sigh*...
Yes. I'm happy.
I just finished eating breakfast-lunch-dinner and over all I feel pretty satisfied.
I could go for a shag, but it's just me here so I guess that will have to wait...


I wrote quite a bit today.
I think I'm going to take a short break from concentrating on poetry and move to more philosophical things. Just for a little bit.
My brain is spitting out those kinds of things so I'm going to roll with it.
It's also thinking up really silly, witty prose, and I'm quite happy with that.
I hope we can work something out to continue the manufacturing of silly, witty prose.

Hmm...
I'm in love.
And it feels good.
I want to visit a place that looks how I feel.
Holland?
Possibly...

I almost forgot what I came here for!
I've been reading this comic I re-found on the internet.
Lovely!
This is not my favourites, but it kind of went with my day so I wanted to share...

Love,
Emma

Billy Williams?

You know... I've been thinking quite a lot the past week... and it turns out all of my problems are completely internally-created. Get it? I make my life harder for myself. And I don't mean to do it. I really wish I could change my personality a little bit so I wasn't an opportunistic, jealous (this seems to be my biggest problem), kind of person who bottles up her emotions and doesn't know how to put herself before others. That would help immensely. But then I think... Would it really?
If I didn't make myself miserable, would I still be a moderately happy person? If there was nothing for me to complain about; If there was nothing for me to be sad about, would I still be happy?
I don't think so.
I think I need to be depressed to be happy.
I need a reason to be the centre of attention.
Why?
Why do I need people to be sympathetic for me?
There is nothing wrong with my life.
I have a fantastic life compared to most of the world.

... What's wrong with me?
And what would happen if I could forget about all that.
Ignore the things that bother me and find peace within myself.
Start on a path for finding peace within the world, and eventually the universe...
Hey...
Is that what enlightenment is?
Hmm...
Then again, what would that be?
"Enlightenment".
In other words, total happiness.
Bliss if you will.
Eternal bliss.
Is that possible?
Can any one living creature forget all the things that upset them, be content with themselves, not be angry with anyone being on earth, and just be satisfied with the overall state of the universe?
Has anything done that?
Can the brain do that?
Can I do that?
Could I be the first to?
Should I even bother?
I'm just going to die.
And so is everyone.
Everything is going to revert to it's original state of simple matter eventually.
Is there any point to anything?
Does anything I do matter if it's not going to change the eventual, final outcome?

I don't know...

Lawl.

I had to share this because I can't stop laughing.
It's... delightful!

Dancing.

Tomorrow is going to be so long.
I'm going to be leaving my house at eight in the morning, and returning after nine...
That's ridiculous.

Hmm... I don't really have anything to say, I'm just using this to procrastinate.
I have so little work to do, but I don't want to do it...
So I'm just going to be spitting out random thoughts.

Hey, I think I know how I want to contribute to society!
I think. I don't know.
I still have to philosophise about it for quite some time, but I'm pretty sure I have myself almost figured out.
I'm happy.
Although I'm still very upset because I can't do a stupid cartwheel.
That should be an easy feat to accomplish!
But I can't. >:(
I will though.
Someday...

One. More. Week.
I have been waiting two months for this album to come out.
The date is written on all of my calendars.
And. I. Am. So. Excited.
... Yay!
I'm going to blag about it when I purchase it.
Be prepared...

Do you like my new background colour?
It's called "FFFFCC".
I love it.
I wish I had a room this colour.
Or something large that I look at everyday.
Such as a couch or a person or something.
I don't know...

I'm going to leave now.
To... dance.
To dance the dance of life!
Woo!

Day Too Soon

I'm having one of those moments right now, where you need someone to sympathise with you, so I'm reaching out to the internet.

I... am terrified of things to come. I don't know what I want to do with myself. I don't know how I should contribute to society. I feel like the only thing I'm suited to do is sit behind a desk in a monotone office. I don't want to do that... I want to be able to make wonderful things and have people enjoy them, but I haven't had a creative thought in like a fortnight and I feel like I'm never going to get one again. I don't know what do to... There is so much more that is upsetting me, but I want to keep it to myself for now...

Jumpin' Jesus on a Pogo Stick...

Have I used that title before?
Possibly...
Is anybody interested in what I have done with my self in two months?
I know I'm not... but here it is in as few words as I can make it...
In no particular order... (of course)...

later...

I am deeply bothered.

Okay, I'll start.

Holy Shit
I'm sick of being a good friend.
I feel like I am constantly being poked at by other people. I'm just so flustered right now I can't get anything out. The past week has just been a constant show. I've been entertaining people, and trying to fix their sad little lives. I mean, I wouldn't mind doing this sometimes, but it's just problem after problem. But I'm scared that if I stop being so compassionate toward people, I won't have any left. They will leave because I don't serve a purpose to them. I don't know. I'm in a predicament.
I need to be a little less caring maybe.
Yeah.
I need to be more selfish.
Yeah.
I'm going to be a little more selfish.
It might do me some good.


I thought I had more, but I guess I don't.
Actually, I made some shit over spring break.
I will post pictures later because it is some cook shit.

I miss my Grittus.

Grritus grittus grittus.
I think I'm going to e-mail him.
It's been like, 4 score and twenty years.
That's too long.

But she... only sleeps, with me.

I knew I had that song on my computer.
I'm not completely... forgetful.
I guess.
That sentence came out weird.
I should've started it differently.
That's not even the point I was trying to get across.

Okay, I'm so pissed.
I was looking up herbal cigarettes, and they all have tar in them.
And that's what I"m trying to get away from.
So... that's dumb.
I'm just going to smoke tea leaves or something.
I read this blog, and this chick did that, and she's still posting, so...
And I'll use organic.
But, smoking totally appeals to me.
Just not conventional cigarettes.
Those are bad.
Anyway...

I was out dancing in my secret place, and this really attractive guy was totally hitting on me.
I gave him my number.
It was amazing.
He's like, two years older than me, but that appeals to me.
Younger men are disgusting.

I have found a new friend!
It's great.
She is so weird.
We were eating lunch together today in my cubicle, and we reminisced about how we stole things as young children, and we talked about shampoo.
It was really fun.

I have more, but I'm going to stop there.
Sorry, no extra digital content.

I am fantastic.

Ow!
I'm in pain.
Someone is hitting me with a thing.
It hurts so bad.
I'm going to bruise.