What were they thinking!

I know, I've been blogging up a storm lately. I don't know what it is. Maybe I have more to say, or maybe I have less to do. I can't think it'd be the latter with all the uni readings I'm not doing and essays I'm not starting. I theorised once that the more things I had to do, the more I would blog to avoid doing them. But yeah, I don't see myself reading psychology journals at 3 in the morning, so in this case, it's probably not that. More likely a desire to not go to bed, and no reason to go with this feeling, really.

And so, I blog.

Hmm, so maybe not the more interesting thing to start an entry with. But it's weirding me out. You know how moths are attracted to light? And if you have a light on at night, you might attract a couple of moths to the glass, and you'll look at them going, "You dumb suckers, even if you could get in, it's just a lightbulb, they're 2 bucks down at the supermarket"? Over the last, say, 2 nights, I've accumulated about 20 moths. They're just not leaving! I'm pretty sure they're gonna organise some moth-Woodstock soon. Only instead of sitting around getting high, they're sitting around on my fucking window praying to their little moth deities that I'll open the window and rip down the flyscreen so they can be one with their luminous idol.

Yep! Moths on my window. Just screams high-culture, I know.

Speaking of things so obviously high-culture, I went and saw Ghost Rider with Sarah tonight. Oh man. It wasn't the best movie. The script was awful, the acting was terrible, the cast made me want to hurl convulsively on the bogans in the next row, who were getting such a kick out of it. Generally it was a really awful movie. So why, WHY did I love it so much? It made me laugh in a dozen places, the plot and its devices were so terrible. Even hindsight, which is meant to grant so much wisdom, can't tell me why I enjoyed this movie so much. But I did. I really did. Don't waste the price of a movie ticket on it, of course. The general population is not as forgiving as I am. But seriously, if you're ever stuck on what DVD to rent at Blockbuster, give it a try, it's totally worth that much at least.

Oh god. What were they thinking!

I'm going to see my brother and his brand new wife tomorrow. I miss his company a lot, I do. We used to get on so well. Well, I suppose we still do. Just not with the frequency I'm used to!

I miss the Sydney Uni people as well. Silvia, Greg, Alvin, J&J to a lesser extent, on account of I see 'em every so often. What's more, I should really make some uni friends. I'm sure it's not hard. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've shunned a couple of vague attempts. I'm just not interested in relationships with these people! They're vague and vapid, and not particularly interesting. As I've been considering a lot lately, you've really got to be a fairly interesting person if you want to have a lasting relationship with me or, to tell you the truth, I'm just going to get bored of you! So I see these people coming in to lectures every day, wearing the same stupid clothes, and the same "I'd rather not be here, but I guess I should be" expressions, I'm really not encouraged.

On the other hand, as I sit in my corners and watch you all pass by like a waiting spider, sometimes I'll see really interesting people. And I'll stop and think, "Wow, I'd really like to go and start a conversation with them. I bet they're really interesting." This happened to me the other day. But really, there's nothing weirder than that. And it does not a good relationship beginning make. So I guess my only option is to make friends with the uninteresting ones, and hope that maybe they're friends with someone awesome. But that's using people! As anti-social as I am, surely this is infinitely moreso!

Ugh. I know, I'm a totally anti-social bitch. I know, I know. I'm sorry if it offended anyone. But really, it shouldn't, 'cause you must be pretty awesome people. If you get my drift. The moral of the story is... some people need character. Character implants, maybe.

Anyway, I'm doomed to a life of loneliness, or possibly spending it with a whole lot of awesome people. But who cares! It's my problem, right?

This is entering the realm of the emo! So I shall say goodnight. Man, I hope I haven't put people off! This is the toll bearing your soul takes. Sleepless nights that your social circle is about to get even smaller. Sigh!

Fuckin' emos.