where words fell like water unearth all the changes that never did matter


It's just word poetry.
((2003-09-27 - 1:05 a.m.))

...im losing my favourite game youre losing your mind again...

Ohh I remember seeing The Cardigans live at the V Festivail this summer. They were really good actually, and when they played 'My Favourite Game' there were oh so many people singing along and I remember sitting on the grass looking at the screen, singing along and a sense of beauty and triumph just filling me. It was wonderful. I can't believe I haven't mentioned it before.

Today has been my lazy day, I mean you honestly couldn't get much more lazy. I was in need of a shower, but didn't have I. I had plenty of time to study, but didn't. Instead I watched The Great Escape. I could have tidied my room but instead I lay in bed reading feeling that warmth of just woken up and can still feel the sleeping warmth that fills your duvet.

All my friends are filled with a deep sadness today so it seemed. Only one seemed okay (Peggerty) and I hope he truly is actually. So I've been comforting pretty much.. everyone. Haha. I don't mind really because I'm okay and not in need of too much comforting and that means my energy and love will go out to all my friends I care about.

Hahahahahha. I'm watching Gladiators because I'm just that bored. And this guy (a specatator) had a mullet and was someone you'd imagine to be a hillbilly. (No offence to hillbillies) And it's just funny because I bet you he is a spy for the FBI or something. Hahaha. The FBI in England? Made sense in my head.

On Gladiator two things; one) I really wanted one of them to fall on that treadmill thing that moves real quick. None did today. Dammit. Two) Why warn people not to try the stunts at home? Where the fuck are they going to get a huge ball covered with a fucking net that swings in the air? Ah well. It would be cool if someone had such a thing erected *giggle* in their loft or something. Have to be a huge fucking loft. Okay. In their garage. Oh just their home. Haha.

I feel so blessed to have all my friends. I can't tell you how much they mean to me. Every single one of them are so special in their own way. Each of them add to my life even if they (or I) don't realise it. Their conversations with me are so beneficial and just deepen my knowledge of them and everything around me.

Most of the people I truly, deeply care about are from the internet and even if that sounds weird to people with no friends from the internet it can happen. I am living proof of that.

I love them all. And I know I write a lot about my friends but they are a very important part of my life and if it wasn't for some of them I would internally fall apart leading me to fuck up more then I have already.

Why am I watching Soap Addicts? I mean yeh I'm bored and yeh there is fuck all on tv but still. Hahahahaha. It's stupid and I hate soaps. Ahh well. The presenter is pretty fucking annoying as well. How old is this? *sigh*

I think I've played 'My Favourite Game' about five times now. Haha. Excellent Hannah.

Today I was listening to Idlewild (praise Mr J for converting me to this goodness and for showing me where to buy some fucking cool Radiohead t-shirts. I say bow to him so bow to him NOW dammit) and leaning out my window when I heard voices. I am so bad now about hearing and seeing things I actually had to turn Idlewild down to make sure it was someone outside in the street and not my mind. That freaked me out a bit.

Tomorrow from ten to twelve I'm working. Like a really real job which is going to freak me. My dad offered me this job as a teacher's assistant for courses run on Saturday for adults and/or children. Tomorrow is something to do with IT and word processing. Hopefully simple and easy for me.

Hahaha !! There is a pregnancy test that actually says the words 'Pregnant' or 'Not pregnant' in the window. I mean.. what other choices are there? 'You are carrying an alien' .. 'A heffalump loves you' Weirdness.

So yeh this entry is odd but I have so many thoughts wizzing around my head right now. I'm getting memories spinning through me as well. It's like the ghosts of the past are attacking me, the spirits pass through me and leave behind the memory they carry.

I feel very poetic today. I feel as though I can string a sentence together, mean it and make it worth reading all at the same time.

...its not a matter of you versus me...


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