I don't want to go. I don't have to go, really... but if I don't, she's going to keep whining and asking and really, I'm getting sick of it. Now I have to put on my cracked mask and go outside because the parental unit wants me to sit in on one of her class. Okay, so she likes the prof, and he seems to like her (least she's waiting until after class is over for the summer to say/do anything about it), but what does that have to do with me? Not to mention the fact she's already stated that if this comes to some kind of fruitation (fruation... I dunno, and someone ripped me off for my dictionary) David and I will have to find alternative living arrangements. No, she's not kicking us out, she'd leave. Fine, whatever. Nevermind the I've only been living with [you/her] all my life and [you/she] call me your best friend. (And I quote "Everyone needs that one person in their lives, and you're that person for me.") But it's okay. I hope it works out, but I don't know...
...and a part of me, really doesn't care.
Once again I didn't dream last night, and I was too tired to try and imagine anything before I went to sleep. (Something I read as a child, if you imagine or think about something and concentrate on it before you sleep or as you're drifting off, you may dream about it)
No dreams, and I don't have time to go look for others' dreams. She wants to be at the station at nine.
And my mask is still cracked.
"It's more than cracked. I'm holding it together with duct tape and tissue."
It's overcast again. I think they burn off faster where Kit is, but I'm not sure. Roughly speaking, we approximated that Kit is about forty miles N-NE from my location.
Basically, she's on the other side of the mountains I always see.
I grabbed a livejournal on Tuesday to keep down the more boring/practical aspects of my day in. SO I'm free to go off on any tangent I so wish here.
Like the one of wanting to find a brush to dip into the cloudy sky I'm staring at, and paint the color over my eyes... so I can see them all the time.
Like wanting to find the door to animeland, which I know is just around the corner from Shangr-la.
Or wondering what it would be like to have more than two people in your family that you like and can talk to.
Oh yeah, David's made some more music. One is a cleaned up version of a song he did before (Old version: Dirt. New one: Mud. New version sounds better) and the other a completely new one ("Can't"). I'm going to upload them to another site I'm renting (I have more space there anyway). I have a song I need to finish myself. Maybe today... and get away from the computer.
I'm touching the window
because it's as close as I want
to get to the reality
and still find them there
whoever they are...
I'd ask David his secret, since he's alone too, except he has a lot of people calling him. Problem is, he doesn't like to talk to them. He likes to think... to ponder the dying world and th intricities within it and himself.
They want to talk about CDs and clothes.
"If wishes were fishes, the seas would be empty, but we wish he was real..."
Nine o-clock... how I loathe you today. I would freeze time at 8:59 if I thought I could, just to spite you.
""Someone call the men in white, she's talking about time freezes again..."
I don't want to go... not today. I haven't imagined what it's like to be alive, yet...
