Yawn

Rush hour blows. It took me about 45minutes-anhour to reach HWY 6 and another 30 minutes on top of that just to make it home. Not a cool place to be for half an hour. The lights take forever and there's a clusterfuck of intersections AT & AROUND that intersection.

Took a nap when I got home and now I'm awake. My eyes are dry and I always hate the way I feel when I wake up after naps in the evening. I used to act out and take my frustration out on my parents and shit. Yelling and bitching. I don't have the energy to be such a cunt anymore. True signs of maturity but MOSTLY signs of aging.

Going through a shit ton of magazines to find any picture or article relating to the brain. I have to make a scrap book for class. Kinda cool. =]

I feel like I never have anything relevant to say unless I'm depressed or upset. Thank goodness I'm not but I guess I could say there's always a constant worry I have. There's a few. Not any I'm willing to share to some unknown individual, sorry.

I do like someone, however. That's about all the news I've got. I think as a female... it's understood and expected... certain aspects of character we share. I like to consider myself pretty rational and my major problem just being over-analyzing things. But that's another thing I'm beginning to lose patience for... fuckin' lazy these days. Nothing is any easier. Being single ain't. Being a lesbian ain't. Putting on labels ain't. So that's my only reassurance. Excuse my negativity. But that's the shit you can always count on. Jus' sayin'.

On my way home I'll listen to either one of my CDs or 97.9/95.7 or 106.9/103.7. I used to hate rap and listen to ONLY 94.5. Now I can't stand listening to it. They play the same shit ALL the time. My own taste is bugging me. I used to search out music and now I rarely get really into anyone. Band infatuation is similar to people infatuation.