let's go chasing things called dreams

Man, my school really screwed over my beautiful painful schedule.

Okay, so I decided to, once again, try to do 15 credits. However, after finding out that one of my classes didn't count, that meant I had to go ahead and jump the gun with 18.

However, problem: they cancelled one, which means I had to sign up for two.

( school sucks )

It's always after midnight when creativity just hits me, and I want to work and work but I'm too tired.

However, I'm finally getting in that mood where I feel like I can do anything and everything... and goodness I'm gonna. It's an unstoppable rush, a pulsating feeling that just pounds in my veins and resonates with my heart. I can't stop, I can't ever stop. I don't want to, because I don't know if I'm moving forward or running away and the last thing I want to do is trip over my own two feet and crash into things I don't want to face.

And that's only if I'm running away from things at all.

There are so many things weighing down on my heart right now that I don't know what I'm going to do with it all. I'll find somewhere to put it, someday.

( With images that's surface deep behind my closed eyes, I’ll bring about a revolution in my heart )

My god I reached the point of insanity.

After spending 36 hours alone in my apartment, I went outside and worked out, saw one friend who was at work, and stared aimlessly around my apartment. There are only so many hours Hoarders and Law & Order can get you, and now... I'm kinda sewing.

._. it's 3:52 am.

I spent a good hour and a half trying to write and listening to kidz bop.

I'm going to hell bed.

._. the more you want to sleep, the harder it is

Time to break this baby in!

On the eve of LJ going to hell and the nonsense that follows, I've just been enabling custom comments pages while looking at new layouts for my game. For all of this insanity, I'm surprised LJ really decided to ignore it. Sure, roleplayers are just a small portion of livejournal's userbase, but 1) we're not the only people speaking, and 2) any portion who speaks out against a change, especially when there's no push for said change, should be taken into account. But hah, as if LJ listened to that.

I wonder how many people will end up flooding the other journal sites. I'm thinking of moving my personal account to dreamwidth, but I'm not sure. It's not what I'm used to but I still think it's cute. Anyway, I've also got an account at insanejournal and a new one at scribbld, juuust in case.

I think it's easier to talk about that than it is to talk about my day. My father is officially six feet under. I watched the trucks pile in the dirt and everything. A little toddler in my arms quietly waved and said "bye-bye grampa".

Later, I will. But not now. I'm not upset, no I'm far past that point of nonchalant acceptance and wiser knowledge. I'm just tired.

...it's also 2:00 am. I've been up since 7. It's proooobably bedtime.