setting the life story aside, i've been feeling that my life is so mediocre at the moment.
I'm pessimistic - all things daily, so i can notice a lot of my faults. Anyhing i do from morning to end, whether it's preparing some food or finding my dental elastics, is dragged long, horrendously long; when i'm in the bathroom, i imagine myself making on the computer a thousand typos on the notepad and in an MSN conversation... then when i've leaned up against the wall, i'm thinking that i might as well take a nap since i'm on the ground. It would be very awkward if someone saw me walk around at home, because i have no goal or pressure to do anything at all - It all happens outside, or someplace else. It's at this very time, when i'm thinking of all the possibilites and using my imagination, that music sounds the most appealing and sensational. I wonder if all artists need to be in a dark and dreary mood to make that type of music all the time, because thhat would be an explanation for a certain band's constant change in styles...
all this time, i've been taking human interaction for granted- rightfully affording me some of my many personal problems. For one, i had troubles cooking cup noodle today, lol.
My mom wouldn't let me help her with the TV, and blamed the coincidental screw up on me, haha. A lot of things happen within the confines of a waking day, even if you don't seem to notice or remember any of it. If i tried hard enough, i could pick out a lot of events in a day and write it out like a log.... but that would be.. dorkishly pointless too. Still, it would be interesting to see it all after a week - but my log would still be stupidly simple, lol.

this installment of e-mo-tional stress was brought together by the letter, "A for Arthur Schopenhauer, for describing (?) philosophical pessimism. Damn. i hope those noodles arne't burnt again, lmao.