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Mar. 1st, 2004 08:14 pmHn, no real update since last Wednesday. I've been slacking.
Thursday was... a Thursday; I don't really remember it. It was one-day-'til-Friday.
Friday had an exceedingly strange atmosphere--it seemed that for once I was the one there laden down with the least amount of issues. Everything just got thrown off, like I shouldn't be as happy as I was, because I know how it is to be the depressed near-suicidal one and not wanting to be around psychologically healthy people, because they're annoying as all hell. Aii, so wierd... I'm *never* the sanest person in the room. Ever. Even when I'm alone, some of the voices in my head are more stable than I usually am.
Saturday, mom and I painted my cieling and then I went to EV's to socialize and watch Bowling for Columbine. This was all in the evening. I have no idea where that day went...
St. Mark's Place in NYC makes me happy. Very, very happy. Next time I'm going with money. And someone who can go in the stores without cringing. Or repeatedly telling me I should be shot. *sigh* Silly normal people.
I've really wanted to do stuff today, but it not appearing to be much of an option. Wanderlust, sensationlust, do-stuff-lust, dammit... want to paint my room, or something, but don't think I'll be allowed to attempt it on my own. So I'll just read and write until my eyes give out instead.
-Claudia
Thursday was... a Thursday; I don't really remember it. It was one-day-'til-Friday.
Friday had an exceedingly strange atmosphere--it seemed that for once I was the one there laden down with the least amount of issues. Everything just got thrown off, like I shouldn't be as happy as I was, because I know how it is to be the depressed near-suicidal one and not wanting to be around psychologically healthy people, because they're annoying as all hell. Aii, so wierd... I'm *never* the sanest person in the room. Ever. Even when I'm alone, some of the voices in my head are more stable than I usually am.
Saturday, mom and I painted my cieling and then I went to EV's to socialize and watch Bowling for Columbine. This was all in the evening. I have no idea where that day went...
St. Mark's Place in NYC makes me happy. Very, very happy. Next time I'm going with money. And someone who can go in the stores without cringing. Or repeatedly telling me I should be shot. *sigh* Silly normal people.
I've really wanted to do stuff today, but it not appearing to be much of an option. Wanderlust, sensationlust, do-stuff-lust, dammit... want to paint my room, or something, but don't think I'll be allowed to attempt it on my own. So I'll just read and write until my eyes give out instead.
-Claudia
