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I know I'm behind... but I don't give a damn. I was actually thinking of stopping it because I'm tired of it and it seems to be pointless.
Your Definition of Love
I talked to Chris about this the other day and I'm honestly not sure what love is. I guess for me, if I feel like I genuinely care about what happens to a person and how they perceive me, that could be love.
Once when Christopher and I started dating, I was trying to talk to him before I went to work and his internet flaked out. This caused me to be paranoid. I thought I said something wrong and he did not like me anymore. I walked outside, went to my car, and then I broke down and started screaming his name and crying hysterically. It was awful. I never experienced anything like that before- except when my parents took my dog away. I went back inside and tried calling him until he answered the phone. I was so strung out that I couldn't function normally until he told me that everything was okay.
Of course, I could just have mental issues... but I'm pretty sure that's love. If I go into hysterics over you because something happened or I think something happened... yeah. It means I love you.
Your Day
Well, I woke up, brushed my teeth, checked my email and all the websites I frequent, let Reno outside, and then began preparing for a day of productivity. I had written out a whole to do list the night before. I had a photo in mind that I really wanted to take (involved me drowning myself) and I started filling up the bathtub and getting all my gear ready. The bathtub became half-full and I noticed Reno was going nuts. My dad had just come home early. So I quickly tried to drain the bathtub (failed because the bathtub is broken) and rushed my tripod out of my room. I had poor timing because my father walked by as I walked out.
Reno jumped on my bed in a fit of "someone is home" crazies and then jumped off, but he misjudged where he was jumping and nicked his leg on the corner of my nighstand. He was whimpering and crying so much that I thought he broke it. He ended up okay after he laid down for a few minutes.
My father and I were freaking out, checking on Reno... but once it was determined that Reno was okay, my father asked me, "So... do you take baths now?"
I responded, "Uh... No."
And that was that... although, I'm sure he's been mulling over what I could be doing with water in a bathtub and a tripod.
Since I could no longer make the art I wanted or do anything on my list, I decided to take a shower. I did some laundry and then remained in my room for the rest of the day. I managed my deviantART groups and tried thinking of new things to do. I watched the new Big Bang Theory and Shit My Dad Says, but was somewhat disappointed in the first and the second just made me want to dig a screwdriver into my eyeball. I didn't eat until about 8:00 because of lack of food and food ideas in the house. I ended up eating rice, beans, and salsa again.
Later, I tried to do some light painting, but it was a failure because it is much harder than it looks. I decided that I needed to find my Nikon remote, since it's been missing for about a month, so I turned my room inside out and it has yet to be found. I'm pissed off and now I can't sleep until I find it.
I've had retarded insomnia all week and my lungs feel tight. I'm hoping that I do not have an asthma attack because I have no health insurance.
I read some of The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman and finished my day with this. Hopefully I can sleep now.
The whole meme.
Your Definition of Love
I talked to Chris about this the other day and I'm honestly not sure what love is. I guess for me, if I feel like I genuinely care about what happens to a person and how they perceive me, that could be love.
Once when Christopher and I started dating, I was trying to talk to him before I went to work and his internet flaked out. This caused me to be paranoid. I thought I said something wrong and he did not like me anymore. I walked outside, went to my car, and then I broke down and started screaming his name and crying hysterically. It was awful. I never experienced anything like that before- except when my parents took my dog away. I went back inside and tried calling him until he answered the phone. I was so strung out that I couldn't function normally until he told me that everything was okay.
Of course, I could just have mental issues... but I'm pretty sure that's love. If I go into hysterics over you because something happened or I think something happened... yeah. It means I love you.
Your Day
Well, I woke up, brushed my teeth, checked my email and all the websites I frequent, let Reno outside, and then began preparing for a day of productivity. I had written out a whole to do list the night before. I had a photo in mind that I really wanted to take (involved me drowning myself) and I started filling up the bathtub and getting all my gear ready. The bathtub became half-full and I noticed Reno was going nuts. My dad had just come home early. So I quickly tried to drain the bathtub (failed because the bathtub is broken) and rushed my tripod out of my room. I had poor timing because my father walked by as I walked out.
Reno jumped on my bed in a fit of "someone is home" crazies and then jumped off, but he misjudged where he was jumping and nicked his leg on the corner of my nighstand. He was whimpering and crying so much that I thought he broke it. He ended up okay after he laid down for a few minutes.
My father and I were freaking out, checking on Reno... but once it was determined that Reno was okay, my father asked me, "So... do you take baths now?"
I responded, "Uh... No."
And that was that... although, I'm sure he's been mulling over what I could be doing with water in a bathtub and a tripod.
Since I could no longer make the art I wanted or do anything on my list, I decided to take a shower. I did some laundry and then remained in my room for the rest of the day. I managed my deviantART groups and tried thinking of new things to do. I watched the new Big Bang Theory and Shit My Dad Says, but was somewhat disappointed in the first and the second just made me want to dig a screwdriver into my eyeball. I didn't eat until about 8:00 because of lack of food and food ideas in the house. I ended up eating rice, beans, and salsa again.
Later, I tried to do some light painting, but it was a failure because it is much harder than it looks. I decided that I needed to find my Nikon remote, since it's been missing for about a month, so I turned my room inside out and it has yet to be found. I'm pissed off and now I can't sleep until I find it.
I've had retarded insomnia all week and my lungs feel tight. I'm hoping that I do not have an asthma attack because I have no health insurance.
I read some of The Graveyard Book by Neil Gaiman and finished my day with this. Hopefully I can sleep now.
The whole meme.
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