An Intimate look

I get these little bouts of being bummed out sometimes. It usually takes a pretty good amount of bullshit for it to happen though. The most recent and somewhat current one has to do with loneliness. I'm not working right now, and since I don't go to school in the summer, my free time went from rare to constant. I don't have a huge group of friends to hang out with all the time. The friends I do have are almost always doing other things all the time. I don't really know why I'm writing this here now other than it's been on my mind. It gets worse though if you're like me. I stay up late, and my mind wanders. There's more to this than that, but I'm not going into specifics.

I spent way too much money on fireworks. I've been driving around a bit too. I messed up twice. I went straight in a lane I should have turned from (if I'd turned like I was supposed to, I'd have to get on the freeway), and I had a lot of trouble trying to park along the curb when I got back.

Then I spent way too much more money on bed stuff. Since my bed seems to take up like 40% of my room, I do a lot of things on it. Like eating or painting for instance. And I'm not the type that is careful about being really clean (with the painting), so I get a bunch of stains all over my bedclothes. With the heat, and having as much fat as I do, I am leaking a lot of sweat into my bedstuff. So, in the interests of guests, I bought a bunch of new bed clothes that tallied to about $70. Also, I had to fulfill my lust for puzzle books. I love these variety puzzle magazine things with random sorts of word games.

I just saw Black Snake Moan. I enjoyed it. I like the idea of taking care of someone and having someone take care of you.