Excessive

I don't know why but I got home today and just ruined a perfectly good dinner. I don't know what went through my head or why I decided to do it, but the simple action of salting the water for my spaghetti just totally screwed up the dinner. I never salt the water... I love the spaghetti dinner I make, I don't know why I thought to do it... why fix something that isn't broken? Anyway, it ended up salty and tasting different and I didn't enjoy it at all, not a little bit.

I don't even remember writing last night's entry really... that's kind of weird... I wasn't drunk, maybe I was overtired... very weird. I came home, made a snack, and wrote for quite a while, but I barely remember doing it, and I have no idea where all those words came from considering I had been awake for something like 18 hours, so that may have had an effect.

The Weight by Thrice contains some of the most powerful lyrics I think I've ever heard/read and talk to me in a way that only music could.

I wasn't going to write... yeah, it's 2:30am, I just got home from seeing Thrice in Toronto with Julie, Mel and Darren, I have a pretty bad headache, I was hungry, and I'm pretty tired, since I've been up since 6am... but after having a snack, and putting on the daily show... I didn't quite feel like I wanted to get in bed just yet, and then I was randomly reminded just how comforting it is to write even a few sentences. So I suppose... take this entry as a prologue for tomorrows, where I will go into more detail.

It's okay to be vain on your own website right? Like, that's kind of the point right? I would put more pictures on Facebook, but there is a kind of unspoken judgment that occurs when people put too many pictures of themselves on there, which is funny because it's kinda the point. Anyway, I like the idea of taking a lot of pictures as a kind of visual time line, too look back to see what I looked like during certain periods of my life, kind of like a visual version of writing on this site.

Yeah, I don't really have anything to write, and I wasn't going to write anything tonight at all, but I felt weird, bad almost, when I didn't write anything.

Yeah, it's been weird lately. I'm sure nothing good for me, I'm sure it's not good for me in any way, out of routine, out of the ordinary. These are things I've grown to know are bad things, and yet I seem to still end up constantly screwing up everything, well aware of the consequences.

I think I'm addicted to Radiohead album OK Computer. I can't stop listening to it, and while it's nothing new, I mean, I've listened to it for years, but just recently I've gone on a bit of Radiohead kick. I rotate between listening to OK Computer, Kid A, Amnesiac and Hail To The Thief, and a bit less frequently I listen to In Rainbows and King of Limbs.

The last couple days have been a strange challenge to function and stay awake... kind of an interesting experience. There was some fun, some misery, some tiredness.

I can write without the aid of a sleeping pill right? Right? Alright, let's find out.

After hiding inside the house for a few days due to my cold, today was a day where I had to go outside, because I had a math quiz that I couldn't miss, so getting up and going to school was the only option.

This movie is depressing me and making me angry for some reason.

I had a sick day today, I didn't go to school and I didn't have to go work because Julie and Jon felt bad and called me to let me know they could cover what needed to be covered and I could stay home, which was awesome.