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Day of meaninglessness
Aug. 14th, 2003 01:29 amI'm at that age when birthdays just drag me down. Getting older is not something I want to do.
But, the Type O Negative concert tonight was fun. REALLY fun. DIdn't seem like they played for very long, but then again all their songs are like, seven minutes, so it was probably a lot longer than it felt. Not much can be said for getting to see one of your most favorite bands live other than that it was everything you expected it to be, which it was.
Not much can be said indeed. Lately I just find myself not wanting to speak as much, type as much, or have as much to say. My conversations are curt and short, my LJ entries don't inspire in me hte same racous joy they once did. The only area in which I feel I'm more locqacious is my fiction writing. That particular well never runs dry, thank God. Maybe it's just doldrums resulting from the stasis my life is in, or maybe it's something else. Either way I doubt it's permanent. It's not even like I'm depressed or anything. I just... don't have a lot to say. I hope nobody thinks I'm being rude. I just find myself lacking in words or desire to use them. Maybe it's just a sign of needing time to one's self, or time finding new things and people, both of which I think I could definately go with right now.
But, the Type O Negative concert tonight was fun. REALLY fun. DIdn't seem like they played for very long, but then again all their songs are like, seven minutes, so it was probably a lot longer than it felt. Not much can be said for getting to see one of your most favorite bands live other than that it was everything you expected it to be, which it was.
Not much can be said indeed. Lately I just find myself not wanting to speak as much, type as much, or have as much to say. My conversations are curt and short, my LJ entries don't inspire in me hte same racous joy they once did. The only area in which I feel I'm more locqacious is my fiction writing. That particular well never runs dry, thank God. Maybe it's just doldrums resulting from the stasis my life is in, or maybe it's something else. Either way I doubt it's permanent. It's not even like I'm depressed or anything. I just... don't have a lot to say. I hope nobody thinks I'm being rude. I just find myself lacking in words or desire to use them. Maybe it's just a sign of needing time to one's self, or time finding new things and people, both of which I think I could definately go with right now.
