9:17 am - Sunday, Sept. 08, 2002
Song:
I adore Japanese culture. And writing.
I know that doesn't seem to have ties, but I feel it does. Last night I sat third row and center in blue velvet chairs and watched a stage of multi-colored lights over the most splended Japanese drumming show.
All I wanted to do was come home and tap away at my keyboard, I was inspired. Yet I didn't, instead I slept.
School had always made me utterly exhusted, but I'm not used to not having time for writing, let alone doing all my homework after water-polo and being social.
I'm not sure if it's good or bad that I'm allowed that social time. As time goes on, I withdraw more and more. I'm just not interested in being with people. I have fun when I am, but then I start feeling sick, and have to go.
There's still much speculation in my mind about just what sort of sick I am.
Maybe today I'll spend alone, but still go out. I'd like to go to the Museam and absord more Japanese culture through the traveling exhibit they have currently, but strangely I don't want to go alone.
I'm seeking a compainion for the day.
Hopefully I can avoid fealing sick, though I blame it all, everything, on bronchitus.
previous : next