Anniversary of an Uninteresting Event. ...That's also a Deftones song.

Mood: depressed
Music: 'Across the Universe' - The Beatles

Argh, it's just one of those days, you know? ...Made even better by babysitting a four-year-old in the early hours of the day after a meager five hours of sleep. He was cute though. He thinks he's a superhero (like most four year old boys) and he was playing with his toys and he picked up something that shoots little plastic rockets, and declared "I'm gunna kill you!" ('...Please, do' I was thinking. LOLzers!) Anyways. We watched Batman Forever.
The reason I was up until three-thirty in the God-forsaken morning was that Bunny and I were having ourselves a grand old movie night, complete with Johnny Depp *swoon* in Chocolate and then a bit of A Clockwork Orange. (Well, all of A Clockwork Orange, actually.) It was then that I remembered (after being reminded) that I had been summoned. Woops.
I was going to go to Cambridge with Bunny to visit Graham but due to motherly intervention I'm not allowed. I don't know how her head works -- I can be out all day in Guelph and do nothing, but as soon as I'm elsewhere apparently I'll be wrapped up in heroin binges and promiscuous sex. ...A likely story.
Now... what other chapters of my oh so bright, splendid life could be divulged for the purposes of your exiguous entertainment and scrutiny? I suppose I could provide the deep, personal root of my increasingly shitty mood, because to everyone's eyes but mine it's got to seem rather odd... entertaining, even. And that's why I write, to entertain - myself at times, and those fifteen others who by some horrific accident stumbled upon my profile and alas, my musings. Well, you see... today is August the 16th, making it mid-August. Go back through July, June, May (Gotta love May!! hahahaha! Not.), April, March, February. Six months, if you will. ...Get it? Now, if you happen to be illiterate and do not realize the purpose of this beating around the bush, go get a big person and ask them to read for you lines seven through ten of the Thursday February 19th entry, titled "Hihihihihihihihihi!". Note the abundant use of happy faces.
Well... that's it. That's why I'm depressed... it would have been six months. I've still got a whole bunch of shit in my journal, like, funny little drawings and poems and stuff that I had planed to, let's say, make their big debuit around now, just for kicks you know... for good times. Just thoughtful little gifts... that don't have a place or purpose anymore. It's like they were conceived from pure happiness but now if I were to look at them I'd feel so sick... I feel bad. I must have seemed so aloof at times, but I was always so intent on everything, I cared so much - I just wasn't sure of how to show it. So thats why I made these 'presents'... but now they'll never shine. And that's what I feel like... I was never given time to shine.

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