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chaoticasphyxia) wrote2010-01-16 04:39 am
chaoticasphyxia) wrote2010-01-16 04:39 am
i got the breath of a last cigarette on my teeth.
There’s just something comforting about drying your hair. It’s the hairdryer. You turn it on at its highest power and it just blocks everything out for a little while. You can’t hear anything else, not even yourself thinking. There’s nothing but the sound of the air and the wind rushing past your ears; wiping your brain of everything and anything.
It’s a pure moment of clarity, of freedom.
I like to take my time when I dry my hair and inhale hot, uncomfortable air and feel good. Block out the noise and feel at peace. Fuck, it feels so good.
I was bored today and decided to plug in my PS2 and play Primal. It’s such an awesome game. But it turns me into an angry!girl gamer – it’s a frightening scene. I’m just sat their smashing the buttons on the controller muttering “Die, motherfucker. Diiiiiie!” It’s amusing I suppose. It helps me vent and I’m feeling pretty happy right now.
But the thing is, we have no memory card, someone’s taken it or lost it – and it wasn’t me by the way. But I refuse to turn it off. So the PS2 is still on as we speak. I’m getting up at a proper time tomorrow to continue game play and contemplate buying a new memory card. Bah.
I’m in a funny mood right now. Sometimes I’m really happy and then suddenly I’m really down and moody and fed up. Either my hormones are going mental or I’m bipolar. I worry greatly if it might be the latter. It’s probably the former. Eh. I hope.
I had the most amazing dream last night – the first of its kind. I feel pretty grateful because at least my subconscious is actually listening to me and not creating fucked-up dreams about my flatmates and creating something that I want.
Heartbeats played a major role in this one. There’s something I like about hearing someone’s heartbeat – it’s soothing in a way. And you listen and you know that someone’s alive. I used to listen to my Grandad’s heart when I was younger after he had an operation. He would go ‘tick tick tick’ instead of ‘thump thump thump’.. :D
When I woke up, my heart felt like it had skipped a beat and in the delirious half-awakeness I buried my head into the pillow and smiled – reliving the moment on and on in my head. It felt so real.
Omg, so happy I could die.
... hmmm.. Sleep.
It’s a pure moment of clarity, of freedom.
I like to take my time when I dry my hair and inhale hot, uncomfortable air and feel good. Block out the noise and feel at peace. Fuck, it feels so good.
I was bored today and decided to plug in my PS2 and play Primal. It’s such an awesome game. But it turns me into an angry!girl gamer – it’s a frightening scene. I’m just sat their smashing the buttons on the controller muttering “Die, motherfucker. Diiiiiie!” It’s amusing I suppose. It helps me vent and I’m feeling pretty happy right now.
But the thing is, we have no memory card, someone’s taken it or lost it – and it wasn’t me by the way. But I refuse to turn it off. So the PS2 is still on as we speak. I’m getting up at a proper time tomorrow to continue game play and contemplate buying a new memory card. Bah.
I’m in a funny mood right now. Sometimes I’m really happy and then suddenly I’m really down and moody and fed up. Either my hormones are going mental or I’m bipolar. I worry greatly if it might be the latter. It’s probably the former. Eh. I hope.
I had the most amazing dream last night – the first of its kind. I feel pretty grateful because at least my subconscious is actually listening to me and not creating fucked-up dreams about my flatmates and creating something that I want.
Heartbeats played a major role in this one. There’s something I like about hearing someone’s heartbeat – it’s soothing in a way. And you listen and you know that someone’s alive. I used to listen to my Grandad’s heart when I was younger after he had an operation. He would go ‘tick tick tick’ instead of ‘thump thump thump’.. :D
When I woke up, my heart felt like it had skipped a beat and in the delirious half-awakeness I buried my head into the pillow and smiled – reliving the moment on and on in my head. It felt so real.
Omg, so happy I could die.
... hmmm.. Sleep.