I feel sooo confined inside the house. I finally left the house, though. I called my Uncle and asked if I could go over for dinner. Naturally he was more than welcoming. I had dinner and then drove back home. I`m like stuck here. Gah. I hate driving at night – unless! it’s on the freeway. I`m crazy, aren’t I? I remember once I drove my mom, my bro, and I home from Long Beach at midnight-ish. THAT was eff-you-enn.
Mom invited me to hang out with her and my brother tomorrow. I’d like that very much; it’ll give me a chance to CHILLAX.
The only problem I see is that I’m sliiightly behind my schedule. I spent all of Tuesday working on my gallery. I think I’ve added nearly every picture on my hard drive onto my gallery. Hm, there are a few controversial images on there, though. Accident? I think not. :] I wonder if you’ll find them.
Anyway, back on topic. Must I always digress? Yes. I can spend time with Mom & Bro tomorrow but that just means I’ll be making studying for AP Psych optional minus the take home test because that’s mandatory. I want to go to that garden… I forgot the name, though. Darn.
I’ve been working on Dakishime content. You can now click on the 01, 02, 03, anddd 04 without reaching my lovely 404! Ah yes, new log layout soon, but I think the domain layout will stay for a while; I like it.
I’m suddenly interested in my livejournal. Goodness, no. But I am. We’ll see if I start blogging all my innermost thoughts there again.
On Tuesday morning, my GOOD friend David had the courtesy to call me at 5.30am [and I fell asleep at 2.30am]. He was in line to get into the American Idol audience. After repeatedly hanging up on him, he kept calling me back. I attempted a 10-minute coherent conversation and failed. So I said my goodbye’s and goodnight’s only to receive text messages and experience vibrations to my bed, thus waking me up time and time again. &sigh. Leave it to friends, right?
1am … and still not sleepy. Spring Break screws up my sleeping habits. I’ll be sleeping at around 3am thank you.
Ah, as an added note I found this on my LJ:
“Along the river instead of across the stream.”
‘Have you ever wanted to go along the river? Ever TRIED it?’ he asked. ‘Don’t ask me that,’ I replied almost immediately. My thoughts are in the way that I don’t mind listening to people telling me their thoughts. But then I don’t tell them anything in return. I keep their secrets safely locked inside. I am your safebox. And I don’t mind — really. He’s right, that’s it’s only fair that I answer his questions when he so honestly answered mine. Somehow, I want to express myself but often times find that I simply can’t or don’t know exactly how. As of now, I’m content with that, though.
Depressing. Good ol` LJ.