Days are running in endless circles, creating what is now my life. I've lost all concept of time, and regret to inform anyone that it will probably remain this way for quite some time. Things are up in the air right now. I want out of one of the two jobs I have, but I feel this permanent obligation to others to stay there. I've started to doubt the ways I interpret people, which was something I thought I was able to do pretty accurately. Always wrong in any venture I partake in. Oh well, such is.

Emimo called me today. She leaves great messages. I miss her. You can never get enough Emi. Emily made dinner tonight, which was fun. I attract cats, which I am sickly allergic to. They insisted on sitting on me and rubbing their fur in my face (hence the hives on my neck). We talk, the cats and I. Oh the endless conversations I could begin to tell you about...they wouldn't make any right sense. Only Emily and I understand. You just have to be us, that's all.

Andy and I discussed going to the Anniversary show on April 7th, the day before the Annivesary show on April 8th...Coinsidentally of course. It's only logical. One's at Fireside, the other at Metro. Great fun, the Anniversary.

Today was a day, you know, where I began to reminise about all the anually occuring times I spent running from the rink after Spring Shows with the girls (and the couple guys) to hop into someone's car to ride away from it all. We always said we hated it. Why would we ever consider going back? Because it was fun...because we were free. Because it was so nice that if we didn't escape then, we never would. We ran from those times. But here I sit, wanting to run back to it all. It just depends on how you look at it.





11:55 A.M.
I have this ridiculous obsession with deleting things, mostly stuff on the computer. There's never enough to delete, so I go around creating my own things to delete: word documents, email, anything. I'm sick, I'm really, really sick. But it's fun when there's nothing else to do. When I've done it all, then where do I go? I had a dream about pornography. I'm a girl. I shouldn't be having dreams like that. Nevertheless, I found it amusing.






10:29 P.M.
He wears her heart on his sleeve. The weather is sweet, cold and rainy. There is only instance where I see myself being beautiful. It's when I skate as if no one is watching. It is when I lay all my frustrations, happiness, all my emotion, down on the sheet that separates me from disaster. I can't bring myself to get a good glance at the clothing worn when we were brought closer together. It's been almost a year now, and everything has meshed together so neatly, Perfectly even. Oh yeah. John got me High Fidelity tonight. Personal ties to it and all (oh the lovely grey Saab convertible that I drove [Spud's car]).

And this is why I hate internet mail...Hotmail isn't working right now, at least not my account. Gr. Sitemeter isn't working either. It's a fucking conspiracy. I haven't talked to Patrick in a spell...It'll happen sooner or later. Tell me.