My apologies to [TentuoTuo], I turned on my phone this morning and got your txt. Hope you and ythe crew had a fun time cooking, and it's probably best that I wasn't there. No one wants the sick girl coughing and dying over all your good food, right? I do lament not being able to get out of the house this weekend, though. [CrazyTeacher] was right, I really do need to get out more, for my own sanity.
My sanity, wait, what sanity, I does haz sanity? At the moment, not really. A lovely mix of drugs (aspirin, people. Nothing bad), sickness and my ability to daydream to the point where I forget that I am actually a live person, staring into space and not running arounf in my fantasies, has left me rather out of it this weekend. Everyone knows that I often daze out and just go into my own world, but I think I've done that so much this weekend, that I'm actually having more trouble remembering what I have done in real life than what I was daydreaming about. Not that I've been doing much. Does lying in bed, drinking water, reading fanfiction on your iPod until your eyes hurt, listening to classical music and coughing up a lung actually count as doing something? Not really.
Yet, despite my poor health, my lack of sanity and sleep (do you have any idea how hard it is to doze off when you can't breathe, and there is a dagger in your neck? Not to mention, I can never fall asleep quickly, even when I am perfectly comfortable) and having done next to nothing, I am not feeling at all depressed. In fact, I am feeling optimistic. I don't have the slightest clue why, because there isn't much to be optimistic about. I'm behind on assignments, I haven't and can't practice instrumental, I'm sick as a dog, I'm all alone and I look like a mess. But, for some strange reason, I feel like it's all good.
This is random, but, I am terrible at making requests of God. I'll go to ask for something, and then suddenly be all "No, scratch that. I'll wait until the time is right to meet someone/get something/have something happen." and then later think to myself, "Why couldn't you just ask? There's no harm." I don't know, I feel like asking is taking the easy way out. Then again, I've been taking the easy way out in life a lot lately, and I'm sick of it. I'm going to work hard for what I want, and stop standing back passively in my life... Maybe. Well, that's what I want to do anyway. No. Seek and ye shall find. No wonder I'm not getting anywhere; I haven't exactly been trying very hard with my life lately, I've just been whinging about silly things.
Gah. Head. Hurts. I shall send in my unfinished ExtMus drafts, and do my homework, then I think I'll crawl back into bed again. Thank goodness for the long weekend, because without it, I would have had to take another day off school. So, happy Labour Day, everyone! I can't remember why we celebrate it (I did know, once upon a time), but hey, it gives us a day off, so it's all good!
Me too, LOLcat ;)
Dude, you has health issues. Sick again? Get better hobro! :)
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