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Friday, Aug. 04, 2006 -- 8:22 p.m.

currently listening to: "it's love" - the softies

i'm sure almost every girl wishes her life were as sweet and genuine as the way amelie poulain's life is portrayed. i can only hope to aspire to that quality of life. sometimes i think i'm getting close, but life obviously isn't a movie with its many editors and script writers.

i spend 5-6 hours everyday staring at a computer screen, and when i come home, the first thing i do is turn on my laptop. something is not quite right here. the lazy summer days keep trying to get the best of me, but i still spend mondays through saturdays stuck working indoors.

life has become a routine schedule. i wake up in the morning, go to work, come home and lounge around, eat dinner, lounge around some more, and sleep. i'm workin' the 9 to 5. i don't go out much, especially at night. it's such a rare occurance that even driving at night feels slightly awkward and a bit of the unfamiliar. last night was one of those few rare occasions where i was out at night. it was 11 pm, and i was late for a very important appointment with my pillow and blankets. sleep was calling out to me and i gave in and fled the scene in a hurry to sleep. i'm an old person. i'm not like most twenty-somethings who spend the night gallavating around the city for drinks and hurrahs. i spend my nights at home watching re-runs and dvd boxsets of arrested development. sadly, i finished the last two episodes of season 2 a few days ago, and now it feels like there is an aching emptiness in my heart. good humor has left me.

tonight i will eat pizza in my pjs and watch more awesomely bad television. then i will listen to the cd sameeran burned for me until i fall asleep. i'll dream of rolling hills, green pastures, soft lighting, and dandy lions. i know it sounds as cheesy and bad like the way tom selleck's mustache looks, but when i listen to the softies, it's all i can seem to think about. i really like the softies.

there are a lot of depressing factors to being in a long distance relationship, but one of the nicest things about it is are the occasional letters and packages in the mail. it's one of the most exciting things to see: my name as the receiver, and his as the sender.








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