Day two of NaBloPoMo, and I'm already pushing off my entry until 11pm. Yikes.
Anyway, as I was flipping through the various entries written on November 2nd in years past, I noticed just how moody I get when the sun stops shining and the yucky gray of winter settles in. It's actually pretty hilarious how much of a drama queen I can be about this. For example, this entry from November 2, 2003 . . .
It is November already. That, for some reason, is quite depressing. Fall is pretty much over, and the rainy season between fall and winter has begun. When the rain turns to snow, winter begins. This is the most dreary time of the year, and it is both physically and mentally draining. Waking up in the morning becomes more laborious than ever, and I find it difficult to accomplish anything with the ever-present gloom of the atmosphere bearing down its weight on me.
I probably flung the back of my hand up to my forehead and put on my best "tortured soul" face. Man, I was a dork.
Then, I posted another boy-crazy LiveJournal entry in 2006, similar to the one I quoted yesterday.
So, though nothing will probably ever come of this, he's definitely still a cool kid to hang out with, and I sincerely hope that I'm lucky enough to find a guy like him to date one day.
Anyway, I'm gonna go dream about him a little right now . . . and hopefully stop dreaming in time for class.
I definitely did NOT wake up in time for class that day or any other day. I had a regular blasty-blast, but I'm pretty sure I won't be graduating college for another fifty years. Obviously, hanging out with boys is way more important than getting a diploma. Right?
Man, I still am a dork.