TV-Age

Don't mind the nonsense, I seem to be dealing with that a lot lately.

Anyway, TV-age is kind of the theme today. Hence what I watch on that glowing box that doesn't have a keyboard attached to it. Like I actually think that anyone cares, but hey . . . this is my blog peoples. My little viscious cycle here.

Showtime has this new series called 'Dead Like Me' about an 18 year old who becomes a grim reaper. All I have to say is that it is so my kind of humor. And Mason is kind of cute even if he is a . . . . well a jerk. Oh and the girl who plays George would be a wonderful actress for Lana. Best line so far. "You were right, it was the banana peel."

Discovery Channel has this show called 'Monster House'. Five days of theme house construction. The audacity of the ideas is just amusing, and watching the construction of said ideas is also pretty interesting. There's this kind of 'Wow cool!' factor that you just can't get with 'Trading Spaces.

Oh, and speaking of 'Trading Spaces': What happent to Ty??

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Outside of life, everything seems to be going just fine. Sorry Me-chan if I've been sounding depressed lately. The job is working, and I find that with some Gatorade, I can actually survive the four hours out in the woods. And the whole July 4th thing was a sucess. I managed neither to break down crying nor throw anything up, which I consider to be the blessing of a lifetime. Hopefully, I can manage to reinvent myself this summer in time to go to U of I.

And yes, reinvent myself I shall. There comes a time when drastic changes are needed. And I'm just plain not happy with who I am. I used to be, but not so much anymore. I don't always want to be so quiet. I don't like being the last to know everything and yet still rumored to be so smart that everyone is sick of me. That's why I liked moving in eighth grade. Not only did I have no more to do with the jerk at the bus stop (except for the fact that he ended up going to my high school), but I didn't have to fit the image that I made for myself earlier. So it's not a matter of pretending to be someone I'm not, but shaping myself to be a better version of who I am. Did I just ramble . . . Why yes . . . yes I did.

My depression is just dissatisfaction with what I am and anger and fear at myself because I just can't go out and change it like some intelligent person would.

I'm going to shut myself up before I manage to get any worse.

Over and out.