Spaced out.
Aug. 4th, 2002 10:12 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
janestarzWatching a nice documentary on the Discovery Channel. First about lightning, and later on space holidays. I’d like to be an astronaut, floating around in space. I actually have a sence for adventure. I hate to do thesame stuff every day. I want to learn learn learn. If I don’t get a new vibe every day I get bored.
Even school, college can not excite me very often anymore. Sure the first lesson of a new class is exciting. It’s new, it’s strange. But the lesson after that I probably am drawing stick figures on my notepad.
It’s weird that I seem to have such a short attention span, because if something really grabs my attention, I can be busy with it for hours and hours. That’s also why I think journalism is a good career track for me: a different headline every day. That, and I love buttons!
I bugged Gassy today. I was just on the phone with TommyCee to discuss #2, when I saw her car [I’ll forever hate purple Twingo’s] pull over. So I wore my weirdest outfit: my recently assembled cloak, and the rest of my larp outfit. And I bugged her and her cat by extravertly swinging my cloak around. It actually got stuck behind her legs as I walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t really want tea, I just wanted to annoy her. So I made tea, scared her cat half to death, and never said a single word. Teehee!
It’s like I attract weird people like Gassy. They come up to me and talk to me, telling me their life story, telling my how pathetic their life is because they think they can’t change it, or won’t change it. My grandfather is like that as well. He has such a pathetic life…or so he seems to think. I hate it when people bug me like that. I just want to tell them to butt out or go away or go hang themselves.
Another thing I’ve noticed about myself is that I hate to be the victim and thereby I rarely think of myself being the victim. With that view, the one who made me victim, becomes the victim in my eyes. For example: Gassy’s Attempt. I was the victim, but somehow she was the victim in my eyes. That forged a faulty reaction from my side. I handled the situation badly. I’ve learned.
Boredom psychology. Maybe I should go to sleep or something. Tomorrow paint!
Even school, college can not excite me very often anymore. Sure the first lesson of a new class is exciting. It’s new, it’s strange. But the lesson after that I probably am drawing stick figures on my notepad.
It’s weird that I seem to have such a short attention span, because if something really grabs my attention, I can be busy with it for hours and hours. That’s also why I think journalism is a good career track for me: a different headline every day. That, and I love buttons!
I bugged Gassy today. I was just on the phone with TommyCee to discuss #2, when I saw her car [I’ll forever hate purple Twingo’s] pull over. So I wore my weirdest outfit: my recently assembled cloak, and the rest of my larp outfit. And I bugged her and her cat by extravertly swinging my cloak around. It actually got stuck behind her legs as I walked out of the kitchen. I didn’t really want tea, I just wanted to annoy her. So I made tea, scared her cat half to death, and never said a single word. Teehee!
It’s like I attract weird people like Gassy. They come up to me and talk to me, telling me their life story, telling my how pathetic their life is because they think they can’t change it, or won’t change it. My grandfather is like that as well. He has such a pathetic life…or so he seems to think. I hate it when people bug me like that. I just want to tell them to butt out or go away or go hang themselves.
Another thing I’ve noticed about myself is that I hate to be the victim and thereby I rarely think of myself being the victim. With that view, the one who made me victim, becomes the victim in my eyes. For example: Gassy’s Attempt. I was the victim, but somehow she was the victim in my eyes. That forged a faulty reaction from my side. I handled the situation badly. I’ve learned.
Boredom psychology. Maybe I should go to sleep or something. Tomorrow paint!
