HOUSE, among other things.

I don't watch the show House on a regular basis, or ever really, but a friend recently got me to watch an episode due to the briliant writing. I'll give him props, because it was very well written... Speed dating.. dating on crack.. concise to say the least.. Anyways, in this certain episode this girl (incidentally, donna from that 70's show) came down with some mysterious whatever after whatever. Point is, she was an obsessive blogger and the fact that they showed how blogging CONSUMED HER LIFE, and how she shared everything with the internets, my little new-to-blogging-heart stopped for a moment. I'd like to believe I'm sort of detached from the internet as it is, but this whole blogging thing, I like it, but in the scheme of things, it's just an easier way to write in a diary. I mean, I haven't written anything personal or incriminating (ahem) yet, and I'm not really sure where I'm going with it. When classes start and I'm writing scholarship essays and looking at my AP lit, I'm not sure if I'll be able to continue. On the other hand, maybe it will provide some fantastic release for me to vent.. I sincerly hope I can continue, it feels like something that could be useful. PLUS, no one reads this but me, so it is really a diary.
On a more or less un-related note I have been having a very strange day. I woke up around 9 after about 6 hours of sleep, when Jessie was getting changed to go to her work. I usually roll over (keep in mind that I am at her house, it's sort of my house as well) and go back to bed, but for some reason I was compelled to wake up with her today. Made myself a warm drink with her gas stove, frightening experience, and called my mother to ask her if she wanted to venture into white rock. She did, so I sat down and dozed while reading a magazine about Ricky Gervais (awesome man) until my mom arrived in an hour or so. When she came I grabbed my things, thanked Lena (jessies mom) and headed off. Unfortunately, my mother pulled the i-picked-you-up-so-you-must-run-errands-with-me card, and I had to go to winners and more. She dropped me off HOURS later and I saw my brother and his best friend, and then passed out on my bed for a couple of hours. I woke up to wind (it's been marvelously windy, if that's a word) and then called a friend. I guess none of that sounds too weird but I was definitely walking around in a haze all day and felt very out of sorts. Ended up bussing to my friends house, discussing blackberries with his brother, eating AWESOME chicken club pizza, panago I love you, and watching Iron Man. Dissapointing, nevertheless, I for some reason went through an extreme emotional crisis, one which was one of those, reminsciing back to self concoius fears from youth which awaken and bring strange emotions with them. Anyways, I sort of went a little insane, and my friend (who choses to remain nameless) was fantastic... I was really afraid, to sing this one song for some reason, although I sing around him and other people all the time. For some reason I just could not bring myself to do it, and the more I decided I couldn't do it the more I physically decided I couldn't. Then I entered some sort of like, stalemate where I couldn't do anything, and to help me, he forced (i was mad at the time but now thankful) me to freesttyle rap, which was interesting, and then to make whale noises, which didn't work out well, and then just made random noises. After that I was totally fine, but for some reason I had a legitimate breakdown. It was odd, but I'm glad he helped me through it. It's hard because I'm not sure how deep I'm willling to delve her, and how much info I'm willing to divulge.
Anyways, I'm tired, I need to goddamn pack, and I want to watch Two Lovers.
Night
xoxo
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