A few things.
Mum thinks I may have some nerve damage.
Ever since… last spring, I think, I’ve been complaining about a particular section of skin on my right arm. For a while I thought I’d been sunburnt or something, but my sunburn from Michigan is gone now, and my skin still feels painful and occasionally like it’s on fire. I’m not happy with thinking that I might have damaged nerves, but the other possibility disturbs me, too.
When I shower, I notice these faintly purple-grey marks on my skin in that area, and they look like bruises. The marks are just about the size and shape of my fingertips, but I cannot think of any reason for me to have perpetual bruise marks. Unfortunately, I may just be imagining these marks, since they seem to fade into obscurity after I get out of the shower. Hard to say they’re there if I can’t see them.
I have GOT to STOP answering my phone when I am asleep.
I woke up today and my phone was beside my pillow, but I knew I hadn’t set an alarm on my cell phone, so I got all scared that someone had called me and I’d answered it… and it turns out that this is exactly what happened.
Mum looked up the phone number for me, and it turns out that a local Subway restaurant called me around 1:45 this past afternoon… and I talked to them for seven minutes! Seven minutes and I have no idea what I might have said! I mean, usually I have some slight recollection of having spoken to someone, but today I couldn’t remember one single word of this seven minute
This cannot be allowed to continue. I mean, what if someone called me about the internship and I answer the phone in my sleep? That would be awful!
I feel like the reading for my ethics class is making me stupider and more frustrated overall. I’ve never read anything that’s as literal and capable of twisting one’s words as I am… but at the same time, do I really need to be told that a dog or a cluster of bananas is not capable of making a moral decision the same way that a human is? Not so! I read way too much about animal rights when I was a freshman…
I do not at all like Memnoch the Devil. I don’t like Memnoch’s theories and I don’t like the way that God is portrayed. I have less than fifty pages to go, and so far most of the story has been told by Roger the ghost and Memnoch… and since I don’t like either of them, it’s been hard for me to like any of that story. I rather prefer Lestat’s stories when Lestat does most of the telling… and when there is more action in the story and no vague, unsatisfying descriptions of places like, oh… say… heaven?
I really do wish that people would refrain from making certain cracks about me or things that I have vague connections to. Especially when I have asked them not to make such comments.
If I ask Chris to stop saying that I am crazy or on drugs, then I hope very much that he will do just that, especially when he has promised it time and time again. It makes me mad that he keeps saying it… since I try so hard to know that I’m not crazy, and since I’m very anti-drug. I don’t want him to say that in front of someone who might think there’s something credible in his startements.
I don’t mind it as much, but it’s sort of irritating when my parents keep making vampire references, especially when Stacy is around because she insists that the vampire stories I’ve been reading are all about gay vampires. I asked her why she insists on blurting that out every single time it comes up, but she changed the subject when I asked. It annoys me…
Finished the last season of the X Files. I was so sad when the Lone Gunmen died… they were really some of the best characters in the series. I was also not happy to find out that both Jeffery Spender and the Smoking Man were both still alive… I hadn’t liked either of them very much.
Probably won’t be able to see the movie until it comes out now. Chris and Katelyn and Mum never wanted to go when I did, and not it’s not showing in the theatres that we usually go to… meh.
I don’t want to write my senior thesis.
“People are in the dark, they don’t know what to do
I had a lantern, oh but it got blown out too.
I’m reaching out my hand. I hope you are too.
I just want to be in the dark with you.”
(“In the Dark with You”)