it's just about the most frustrating thing, to not be able to sleep. it makes me so mad, i feel like screaming and hitting something a whole lot. but of course that doesn't help you fall asleep. so it's not actually so bad except when you know you should sleep, but...ahghh.
it's really quite pointless to try to write, and i don't even know. what. ahgghh. you know what i'm wondering. i'm wondering why that batty guy in the what-was-it movie, oh yeah, fern gully, why he had that wire sticking outta his head. i have an impression that it was cause of some human experiment. yeah, just wondering. hmm...i wonder if it was called "fern" gully cause it was in that time, that we learned about in bio, hmm.
and i'm kinda wondering when i'll feel sleepy. and how much more, ahghh, why do i even try. i feel like a big puddle of ooze, that's just sitting there and putrifying, haha! putrifying facial cleanser? or something? mmm...maybe i'll start keeping a notebook as well, like a "real" writer, and write down my "observations". only it would be stupid, and i'd probably just end up missing more that way. stupid. i hate my handwriting. it's so annoying to write. i wish it could just be different for a day. is that too much to ask? no, i didn't think so. ok, i'm not actually having a conversation here with diaryland. i am just killing time, and not talking to an inanimate, um, thing. i realize i'm not really good at killing time. or killing anything for that matter. my mom was laughing at me. i got scared about a spider, and my sister had to kill it for me, being oh-so-rational like what would you do if you were home alone and had to do your homework with a spider in your books, and my mom's like, haha, she would chase it out of there and put a cup over it, haha, funny, isn't it? ha ha. i'm famous for styrofoam cups placed over spiders. especially in the summer when my dad opens all the windows and let's them all in. i'm famous. i preen. oh, jolly. i would like a destiny. it would simplify things so much more. cause it would be all decided, and, well, a destiny couldn't possibly be so darn erratic, could it? it would just be like an arrow, like robin hood, not like a handful of sand thrown at someone which is fighting dirty cause dirt is off limits, but they do it in the movies don't they? oh. which reminds me i must see lord of the rings, because it will be just as pretty as the first. i like pretty things. sigh, so shallow. sigh, oh so dramatic. am i getting tired yet? i promised myself no more late night entries. but sometimes you just get so bored, restless. ha, so you just can't resist sitting at a computer for half an hour. woohoo. my idea of activity. i thought i would run on the treadmill today. but i guess not.
~G2~