Night Owl's Entry

Friendship sure saves me. Well, just.. You can't imagine how gloomy I can be, sometimes.. I'm just, hopeless, don't know what to do. Mope around, you know, the usual. Just so terribly bored, bored of everything. Bored of life, bored of games, bored of looking and finding nothing. Just.. Tired. Restless and tired, unsure of what to do... Friendship is nice.

My mom, she was part of the Seattle Erotic Art Show, once again. Nothing to be ashamed of, I think. Just not something the average person could say. She's very talented.. Because, she does her work with Etch-A-Sketches. You know, that red thing with the two knobs... I can't draw a circle with it, no matter how I try.. And she manages to draw people. Very neat gift she's got. I tried it, and eventually I've managed to draw a very sharp and unproportionate person, but better than nothing. She says it takes a lot of practice, patience.. So maybe someday I could do better. The hard thing about the Etch-A-Sketch is.. If you erase, you have to erase the whole thing. One mistake, and you have to cover over it, or start the whole thing over again. So, no sketching, no drawing out the proportions or anything first.. you can't erase anything specific. You just draw.. And if you screw up, that's it. Very neat that she can do this well..

I'm disappointed, as spring break comes to an end.. Because nothing seems to be done... And again, I will be at loss of any time to do anything. I was sick for most of break, so, it wasn't very nice. Also, my mom's still recovering from surgery, for another two weeks or so she'll have to lay around. So, I can't get out of the house, I can't do much at all. Unless someone else takes me, but it's not at all as fun.

I need to think more positive. I need to think of all the things I'm grateful for. All I seem to mention is the bad. I have so much to be happy about....
First, I love this house. I'm so glad I live here, just right here. It's cozy, full of books, and my room is wonderful. Littered with all this stuff.. Exotic cool stuff. My friends say they could just look at my room for hours, because it's so.. Interesting. I'm also VERY grateful for the lock on my door, haha. Because, I don't want someone walking in on me, when I'm crying, want to be left alone, or just when I'm like, changing, or something. I mean, how horrible it would be, if my mom had a guest over, wanted to show them my room.. My door is right next to the front door.. So I'm happy for that lock.
Also, I'm happy that I'm here in Seattle. Seattle is such a nice place, full of odd people and fun places. Nice temperature, nice scenery.. I'm glad. I can get anywhere, by bus, walking, it's wonderful.
Next, I'm glad for my family. Believe me, they drive me crazy, but they're wonderful even so... I'll continue on that, but I'm too tired.

I'm also so happy to be me! Good ol' me! I'm not an asshole, I'm not a freak (well, maybe), I'm not messed up! That's good!! I'm happy to have my morals, my ideas, my open-mindedness. I would have hated to be an utter dimwit. Well, who knows if I'm not, but I like not feeling like one.

What?! You liars! Size doesn't matter!!

Er.. Yeah.

You're all wrong! Weirdos!