Not a Good Sign

It's 2:11, and I've only just realized that I've been up all night already.
That can't be a good sign.

One-Man Party

i'm hanging out in my house having a one-man party, listening to don nelson and eating chips with french onion dip, watching eternal sunshine of the spotless mind with popcorn bowl in hand.
it's lonely during the day, but i make do. come on, gotta have some fun, right?
right.
and i'm freezing.

i'm cold.
i'm listening to mellow music.
i'm wearing a sweater and two layers of socks.
i'm writing random things to keep myself occupied.
why random? i don't know. i just feel like writing.
there's not much really to say. nothing's happened.

Welcome to Me. Welcome to My Life. Welcome to My Circle.

this is my first entry.
this is pretty much an introductory thing, then, i guess.
alright. here we go.
i like to think of myself as an intersting person. i try to avoid social trends and popular, "in" sorts of things. i'm always more happy having a few very close friends than countless brief aquaintances.
if you want to get a better idea of what i'm like, i have a little favor to ask of you:
watch "eternal sunshine of the spotless mind"; read "the perks of being a wallflower". think of me as joel barish or "charlie".
intrigued? confused? instant message me or something; we should talk sometime.
welcome to me. welcome to my life. welcome to my circle.