November 12, 2002 :: 12:49 a.m.
be nice to puppies, dammit!
Ah, I should really be in bed now. Seriously. I don't have class in the morning (weee!), but I'm going to get up at 8:30-ish and go to breakfast with Adam anyway. Because I luff him, and because breakfast is sometimes yummy. But I'm not really all that tired, strangely. Earlier I was dragging around like a... person with no legs... and now I'm not even in the mood to go to bed. Weird. Kind of annoying, too, because forced sleep just isn't as nice as desired sleep. It's still good, but you know, it lacks "pizzazz." Or something.
Adam and I went for a walk earlier and talked about school and things. It was really nice. We should make it a habit, truly. Somehow it's easier to talk about things when you (as in your physical self, not a car that you are sitting in) are in motion. We came to the conclusion that neither of us are really very happy here... which was no surprise on my part, and only a wee bit of a surprise on his. I mean, I've been aware of my own feelings for quite some time, obviously, but for some reason I always just assumed that Adam was okay here. But he's feeling the same kind of things that I am, and as much as I hate to see him confused and frustrated, it's comforting to know that I'm not alone in this. Misery loves company, I guess. Only it's not misery. And instead of bogging each other down with more misery, we try to help. It's a good thing. [Insert creepy Martha Stewart smile here.] Heh. No, honestly, it is a good thing. It makes me feel a lot better, fo' real.
Why do I feel the need to insert random little bits of ghetto-speak into my sentences? I'm about as black as I am asian, and unfortunately I am 100% not asian. Hrm. I dunno. I guess it just strikes me as funny, because I'm this completely white girl from what I guess you could consider the suburbs, writing in my online diary, ending sentences with "yo."
I think I'm too easily amused. Could that be a bad thing?
OH. Speaking of badness - before our walk, Adam and I watched Animal Precinct on Animal Planet. It's a painfully sad show in which you see some ASPCA animal cruelty officers doing their thing. I don't know why in god's name I feel the need to watch it. I mean, it makes me cry like a little girl. Tonight was so bad... someone threw 13 newborn puppies into a garbage can... someone muzzled their dog with a tin can and a chain... and someone sliced a dog's neck really badly. Puppies in the garbage! Tin can muzzles! Neck slicing! And people have the nerve to wonder why I have no faith in humanity. GRRR. I want to hug my cats now, please.
Anyway... it's a big 1:10 in the a.m., and as much as I could stay up for a few more hours, I know I'll regret it in the morning if I do. 'Night.
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