Drained / Drunk

[janestarz]

All day I felt like there was this enourmous pillow wrapped around my head. I had my moments that I was awake…but when I really think of it, there really was no moment that I was awake.

I got up way too early, my mom tried to make me breakfast on bed, but she kept mixing up the cups. [She drinks rooibos tea, which I dispise. When I wake up I need coffee!]. Then I called this ‘friend’ of mine which I was supposed to meet today. He said he couldn’t make it until 4 pm, so I told him that was very inconvenient for me because I had to take some train and I wanted to be home by 6. (which means I’d have tot take the 4.30 train from Rotterdam).

So with those activities out of the way I surfed somewhat on the web. I was kind of bitchy to my Starfalcon club and I was very bitchy to the captain of the club concerning Ezboard.
So I packed all of my bags, brought a package to the post office and grabbed a bus to Gouda. I was just lounging and staring at the houses at the dike. I felt like I was staring at the water in the river. Because whenever I watch the houses, I get real inspired to make a house in The Sims and publish it on the Sims Resource.

I bought 2 cd’s on the Gouda station and then spent my time in the train reading all of the songtexts from ‘Infernal love’ from ‘Therapy?’ and ‘System of a Down’. And the rest of the traintrip I just stared out of the window. I remember moaning at a great hill with trees, but that’s it.

Then I got home, did some stuff, I think?

I went to school were I sent my report to my English teacher (yeah, the first assignment I finished so far for English) and spend the rest of the afternoon chatting on msn.
Then I got home, and cooked because I was quite hungry. My entire schedule of the day was screwed because of my mom’s attempt on breakfast.

Watched a movie (Hope Floats – Sandra Bullock), ate some chips, sketched an elf, and finally realised my head was wrapped in a big black blanket.

I bet I could write real good stuff right now. If I had an idea on what to write.

“I need to clear this mess inside my head” – who sang that again? I really feel weird. I just can’t describe it. It would be something to write about, but I just can’t.

I’m going to sleep now. If I can. There’s a big pile of rubbish on my bed. That will make the ‘getting in & getting comfy’ part quite hard.