*saturday, october 27
Love is suicide, says Billy Corgan. Obviously (as Mariea knows... heh...) I can agree with him at times, but I dunno if I do on the whole.
But I'm no longer in a love sort of mood... It's funny how I physically purge myself of love... Yeah, it's weird but maybe it's just something I do...?
I'm sooo sleepy but for some reason I'm not going to bed. I think I'm waiting for Kate to come online, and then of course talking to Sara is always good. This week was so funny, sleep-wise. I hardly got any and then today I slept in until 1 and then almost-slept all day. The hangover was weird ;)
Getting excited for Garth's party was much better than the party itself. At least it was a night of resolution for many peoples... Well, me and Kate... But still. It'd be nice if the whole party was one of those whopping success parties, like Garth's last year... Or Hoff's. There were more (Andrea's) but those are the only ones that come to mind right now.
So maybe, I was thinking, these entries have changed some. I used to reflect more closely on the events surrounding the date, but now I just reflect in general. I dun think that's necessarily a good or bad thing. Hm.
~check ya later
