I'm beginning to debate if break is even good for me. I'm beginning to think about pointless little things way too much now and it just crawls under my skin.
Today, it was near pointless, it could be because I woke up so late...1:30 p.m. I have to start from there to now, it's not that interesting of a day.
I told a couple people today that I'd come and visit before my departure. I was planning on an earlier visit, but I woke up kind of late, washing clothes didn't speed anything up either. So, by the time I'm about to walk out the door my dad tells me he's already fixing supper, what, I didn't see any evidence of that. So I sit around for about another hour and then head over. One of my friends happened to be asleep so I decide to call another to tell them about me being around. Blah, blah, blah. We screw around, nothing special. Then I finally come back here, doing what I do.
I think I'm an angry artist... =/
I tend to throw away things I draw or write. As far as music...eh, I always throw my picks, nothing new there.
I mentioned having people stuck your head being questionable on how pleasant it is in my last blog. The thoughts may always be wonderful but I think I need to learn communication lessons or learn how not to give a fuck. Doesn't seem too hard. What do you think?
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