I just got up to do something . . . and I sat back down again.
About an hour ago, I went to the supermarkert to buy something . . . and when I got there, I forgot what it was I meant to buy.
I was gonna buy something at the mall to-day . . . and then I inexplicably didn't.
I was gonna say something else here . . . but I forgot what it was.
I didn't mean to vote to-day. And I didn't. Hurrah for convictions. Y'know, Jack Kerouac never voted.
(of course, when I keep saying "to-day" what I really mean is Tuesday . . . I haven't gone to bed yet).
I ate dinner at my parents house where they've installed a new fountain in the backyard, so we were constantly treated to what sounded like a twelve foot tall man urinating. I have to go back there early to-morrow for doughnuts. Then, I have to go to school. I need to fill out the take-home "quiz" before class to-morrow . . . It's an infuriatingly simple exercise, and one which that frelling bastard has made us do in class and in groups THREE FUCKING TIMES now. Oh, yes, I had it the first time. But far be it from me to suggest that even the vaguest opportunity to force me to interact with humans should be passed up.
And now I do get to do one on my own. Oh, goody. I'm not sure if I can do it because if I do, I think I may just start to cry.
It's one of those things that you feel ought to make you feel like you're accomplishing something, as it's an important school assignment for the betterment of your grade. But when you look at it, you find that it's very lame, and you realise that upon finishing it, you going to feel very empty.
Gods, is that really what I'm whinning about here? No. Not just that. This little piece of emptiness just kind of carries with it feelings of all sorts of sensitivity of the emptiness. Things like, "Hey, I'm gonna vote for the governater!" or "No, brother, I don't want to watch Farscape, even though I'm sitting and watching nothing on the TV" or "Now, boys and girls, we have to feel all the feelings in the world, okay?"
I've been watching Neon Genesis Evangelion a lot lately, and Asuka's line; "Mina daikirai!" ("I hate everyone!") keeps resounding in my head.
I don't want to hate the people I love. I love the people I love. But lately I've been wanting to scream at most of them . . .
My mother was watching Oprah to-day. I stood close by as Oprah interviewed a woman who'd been in solitary confinement.
I could do with being in solitary confinement. How nice if the whole world was contained within four, very close walls . . .