you know, i think the change in me is partially in the ablity to laugh at things that i used to get really upset over. i used to find myself alone at home, with nothing to do, and i would sit around feeling sorry for myself, maybe cry on the worst of the nights, basically just be a sorry excuse of a person and quite depressed. now i'm sitting by myself, once again with nothing really to do, well, with stuff to do but no motivation to do any of it. now i just think it's funny. yeah, it's kinda sad, but everyone needs time by themselves, and i can use this time to think shit out. though i s'pose i keep saying that i just think too much, perhaps this is a bit of an issue. haha. oh well. i rather enjoy it. gotta make sure i get out of the house every day though, otherwise i'll start going crazy! = P i need to do the dishes. i bet some great philosopher has some great theory about the connections between ones mental state and the state of the kitchen. wonder what my dirty dishes would signify. wonder about the state of this couch. dvds, rubbish, books, map, bag of ciders on the floor in the middle of the room. hah! funny stuff. to do list for tomorrow: go up to campus and take care of shit; clean up the kitchen and this living room and my bedroom. think that's it for now.
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