Today in Bridget Jones points. And lyrics.

[ishyface]

Went to Pride, despite pif_the_wuf getting us all lost. Good fun. Received Skittles.
Found a Chick tract*. Last Rites- was adorable in way of watching three-year old make very angry faces at his mum. May have to find more of them.
Was soaked by fire hose. Four times.
Became v. deeply depressed (not due to fire hose- actually enjoyed that bit). Am really not happy with this at all, as thought depression had passed, and also because depression makes me act like a fucktard. Should possibly pursue medication of some kind so will not ruin further days out and also own life. So few of them. (Days out, that is. Not lives.)
Missed bus. Again.
Sister is putting on a capella performance of Bohemian Rhapsody. The horror, et cetera.

In other news, Ryan Adams knows how I feel, goddammit.

All I wanna do is get up, is get up, is get up
In the morning in the morning
And not wanna die

I feel alright when I think about you
Walking through a star field covered in lights
Wasted like you're losing your job you're so fired
We're just like the ones we used to make fun of

It's beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta
Beautiful sorta, but not
Beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta
Beautiful sorta, but not

All I wanna do is get down, is get down, is get down
In the evening, in the evening
And not wanna die
Tomorrow, tomorrow, tomorrow

I'm buzzing like a jar full of lightening bugs
Walking through a star field covered in lights

Wasted like a bum with somebody's wallet
Pictures inside of you and me, you and I
So far past sad I'm crazy and scary

It's beautiful sorta, beautiful sorta
Beautiful sorta, but not.

* Where "found" means "Ryan picked it up, and then I took it."

Comments

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

We still need to get a pizza delivered to the hill.
And then Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind.
Sorry about how shitty you felt. Really.
More days out is of dire importance.
Or maybe just going for walks.
Or something of the kind.

[ishyface.livejournal.com]

Don't be sorry, it wasn't your fault. Wasn't anyone's fault. Well, mine for being cranky and antisocial as a result of shitty feeling, but the feeling itself... not something that can be controlled, I think. Even with happy circumstances.
I kind of wish I had a reason for it, like some dark traumatic secret or a repressed memory or something. Then maybe I'd feel more... entitled? Justified? I don't know.
Something of the kind. Yes.
I'm sorry.

[tentertaining.livejournal.com]

I hate the feeling of feeling like shit and it being uncontrollable. But even worse is feeling like shit and acting like your not.
That kind of reminds me of this thought I had about having something bad happen to me...(Also reminds me of the book you suggested and I said I'd read eventually. Don't you hate it when you have a book you like the story, but you find yourself putting it away, instead of staying up untill five. Like you'd like it to last longer, or maybe it's only me afraid the ending will be tragic, and I've hopelessly somehow linked the book to me by some weird, stupid, thoughts we share.)... so, yeah I Gotcha.
Most definatly.
Don't.