Am I Really Real?

I feel like I don't exist. not in the "i'm so ignored" kind of way. it's more like I get up. I get Ang ready for school. I go to work. I pick Angelina up. I go home. I make dinner (sometimes). I play on the computer. I go to bed. wash, rinse, repeat. Where is my life? Is this really what it's like to be an adult? Ok, kids. DON'T GROW UP! seriously. it's not about doing whatever you want to (or don't want to.) It's like I have to live somewhere and i have to eat so I have to get money to do these things. To get money, most of us have to work. then you get money from working and you don't feel like doing ANYTHING. except maybe have a shower which requires water that you have to pay for, and of course have lights that you also have to pay for. I'm broke. not like, i'm so behind on everything and they're shutting off my power or anything. it's just the depressing kind of broke where you work work work work work and you pay for the lights to be on and the water to come out of the faucet, but that's about it. so what's the point? I could quit my job and be on welfare and have lights and water and some kind of a roof over my head. What makes some people feel like they're more entitled to that? not working so you can collect a check for doing nothing all day?

Nine In The Afternoon

This is the new Panic! song. It's amazing...I can't wait for their new album!

I *think* i'm looking forward to Halloween?

I just totally redid my myspace page, it's very..gothic looking. I LOVE IT! black and grey and blood red and totally hot vampyre face. so i realized that I'm into all that gothic nonsense still and am looking forward to Halloween. kinda random, I know. I miss being thinner and being able to wear the corsets and tights and slinky skirts and mile high boots. grr.

yawn: part deux

it took me 25 minutes to write that last post. twenty-five minutes I will never get back. I am going to bed now. I'm tired. I hope someone reads this because then it feels less like talking to myself. If someone reads this, give me a sign. Post a comment or something. kthnxbye.

yawn.

here it is: 12:06a.m.
I'm still awake, tremendously tired
and yet I'm sitting here
feeling like I don't want to go to bed.

I have been working (a little)
on editing a novel that my brother-in-law is writing
I am a stickler for spelling things correctly
and (most) use of proper grammar.
You wouldn't know it to speak to me.
I say "good" when I should say "well".
but that's neither here nor there.