A Day

What I need (and what I want... odd that, for once, they're the same thing) is a day alone in Central Parl. I think Friday might just be that day. I hope the weather permits.

I've decided to rid myself of Facebook for a little while. It's not that I have anything against Facebook; I think it's a remarkable networking tool and an all-around wonderful thing to have at my disposal. However, it is undeniably true that I, over the past few months, have become truly addicted. I have more free time than I ever had in high school (not complaining, mind you), therefore I spend exponentially greater amounts of time on Facebook. I take stalking to a new level. I delve/ dive/ rip/ roar into people's lives, and they never even know it. It's time for a little break.

Separation anxiety is inevitable.

I have brutally fiery emotions. They're always there, always active. I cannot stop feeling. Ever.

I'd rather feel too much than feel nothing at all.

Let's hope a day in Central Park will ease all this paranoia, this worry, this personal hostility, this fluid from my current place and drift me back into a happier, calmer state. I think it's just the medicine I need- a cure even Tylenol PM cannot provide.

Excitement

Well, I, for one, am thoroughly excited. "Spiderman: Turn Off the Dark." It's going to be historically awful or historically awesome. I can't wait to be there for history regardless.

Little Flame

I have got to somehow refocus my life on the things that I should be focusing on. Somehow, over the last few weeks, things have become muddled and astray. Let's get them back together. I came here with a purpose. Remember it, remember it.