All That You're Feeling Inside

Mood: Nigh-Monosyllabic
Music: "Half a Person" - The Smiths

Doomed to estrangement, is all.

Anyways, today was fairly lackluster... clouded with the price of insomnia, no doubt.
My fault, though.

Nothing too interesting is going to happen this week. Summer school starts tomorrow, and it'll be a rude interruption in my sleeping schedule. It's going to be fairly nasty. Academically easy as hell but nasty and tiring (no one can take BCIS seriously).

Ian was upset this morning, and called me at about 6. Talked with him for a little bit until he calmed down, slept, woke up at about 9:30 and spontaneously made up my mind to go see him. So, I did. Went over to his place, pleasantly surprised him and watched Predator 2 (I was absolute out of it most of it; "I thought it was rather strange that he was leaping onto an upside down elevator."); surprised me with a Sock Monkey and made me smile forever on the inside. Had some Polish sausage (forgot what Hank called it; something starting with a K and ending with the syllable 'ba' or some'in'rotterhednvsv) and talked with Ian and his step-brother about miscellaneous stuff for, like... an hour and a half. Upstairs, hung out, random, blah.
Danny Glover = you're a pretty badass mo' fo'.

Walked home; read; piano lesson (which sucked, actually... half-dead with sleepiness/hunger, expected to compose own piece by next Monday, no Theory; etc.), and then dinner at Babe's. It wasn't too bad; how you fuck up a House Salad is beyond me, but... it was a good salad. Italian dressing makes the world go 'round after sex and money.

Cassie, her friend Raevin and my mother are out watching The Happening. Dad's downstairs being random, Ian's training at his new job (hooray), and... I'm typing a lame journal entry. Bah.

Jasmine's encouraging. I can freaking get my act together, gawdammit. She's apparently in a relationship, and I can't help but feel myself get all girly and nosy.
Dylan less so. I was fairly surprised that he added me in practically no time. If you're going to be impersonal, then why attempt to contact me all over again anyways? I'm trying, but I'm nervous.

Nervous and wavering.