happiness is a mental illness
Oct. 23rd, 2003 12:44 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rhyll(according to some guy's rather facetious study)
and yet i am somewhat disturbed by my rather intense levels of joy at the world. surely this can't be sustainable? especially after some rather large levels of unhappiness a few weeks ago it makes me think maybe its part of some weird manic-depressive cycle. or something. hell, maybe i have just sorted out all my life issues and now everything will be fine.
hmm. when i initially started this it was 11:30pm and i was full of bounce. now it's 12:47am. i got distracted because lovely lovely allyson (sp?) came over. haven't seen her in ages and damn it was nice. she's definitely one of the most beautiful, interesting, and friendly people i've ever met. and em agrees. (not that her taste doesn't have its failings) and bonus, allyson seems a lot more happy and together than when i saw her last.
other things. i spent large parts of today buying stuff. i now have:
coastal map 755
film for my lomograph
antibiotics
i also bought some fair trade chocolate for em.
and some other stuff for some other people.
and after all my shopping and general wandering i went to the library, which is one of my favourite places. (yes, i am a geek.) and while i was there i thought:
you know, i could go out with a librarian. 'cos i bet after being in a library all day they'd want to come out with me in the evenings and have adventures. and, plus, we would get together when they were so impressed by my selection of books. and they would comment on how cool i must be to read such cool (and eclectic) stuff. and they would say 'oh hey, i read that last week, it's really great, isn't it?' and i would say 'yeah, but didn't you think the gender characterisation was a little stultified?' and they would say 'yeah, that was a good point, but i liked the little haikus'.
um. yeah. something like that.
(i should point out at this point that i don't actually have any specific librarian in mind. i just mean some theoretical librarian. i'm a very theoretical person.)
also: hi mum! how cool is it that i get comments from my mother on my lj. yes. i like her. in fact, i'm so massively in love with all my family these days. part of it is my joy at the world. i just got off the bus today and i thought: gosh darn it, my family's great.
finally - i want some comments. what should i be when(/if) i grow up? any ideas?
ok.
hair: kind of fluffy
reading: "Different Voices: Gender and Politics in Australia", Elizabeth van Acker, and
"The Quentin Blake Book of Nonsense Stories", selected and illustrated by Quentin Blake
employment: gosh darn it but i love my job, and all the children that i teach are delightful (i may modify this after tomorrow's tutoring sessions).
boy-of-choice: yes. i know you're dying to know about this, especially if you're oz&willow. because if you're oz&willow you're hanging out for the day that i'll break up with the boy and become your love-kitten. but anyway.ohmygod. how much do boys suck at affection? or maybe just this boy. but i guess he's alright. we had lunch together, which was nice. the lunch-with part, as well as just the lunch. i don't know, though. things seem weird. not bad. just weird. and i don't know why. like something's changing, or changed. again, not necessarily in a bad way. no point thinking more about that, though.
eating: feed me you fucks (no, not you mum). dammit. i am sick of eating bread-based food. no more toast! or, alternatively, ask me to feed you so i can muster the effort to cook. i can't be bothered cooking for myself.
lj entry: yes. it will end now, finally.
and yet i am somewhat disturbed by my rather intense levels of joy at the world. surely this can't be sustainable? especially after some rather large levels of unhappiness a few weeks ago it makes me think maybe its part of some weird manic-depressive cycle. or something. hell, maybe i have just sorted out all my life issues and now everything will be fine.
hmm. when i initially started this it was 11:30pm and i was full of bounce. now it's 12:47am. i got distracted because lovely lovely allyson (sp?) came over. haven't seen her in ages and damn it was nice. she's definitely one of the most beautiful, interesting, and friendly people i've ever met. and em agrees. (not that her taste doesn't have its failings) and bonus, allyson seems a lot more happy and together than when i saw her last.
other things. i spent large parts of today buying stuff. i now have:
coastal map 755
film for my lomograph
antibiotics
i also bought some fair trade chocolate for em.
and some other stuff for some other people.
and after all my shopping and general wandering i went to the library, which is one of my favourite places. (yes, i am a geek.) and while i was there i thought:
you know, i could go out with a librarian. 'cos i bet after being in a library all day they'd want to come out with me in the evenings and have adventures. and, plus, we would get together when they were so impressed by my selection of books. and they would comment on how cool i must be to read such cool (and eclectic) stuff. and they would say 'oh hey, i read that last week, it's really great, isn't it?' and i would say 'yeah, but didn't you think the gender characterisation was a little stultified?' and they would say 'yeah, that was a good point, but i liked the little haikus'.
um. yeah. something like that.
(i should point out at this point that i don't actually have any specific librarian in mind. i just mean some theoretical librarian. i'm a very theoretical person.)
also: hi mum! how cool is it that i get comments from my mother on my lj. yes. i like her. in fact, i'm so massively in love with all my family these days. part of it is my joy at the world. i just got off the bus today and i thought: gosh darn it, my family's great.
finally - i want some comments. what should i be when(/if) i grow up? any ideas?
ok.
hair: kind of fluffy
reading: "Different Voices: Gender and Politics in Australia", Elizabeth van Acker, and
"The Quentin Blake Book of Nonsense Stories", selected and illustrated by Quentin Blake
employment: gosh darn it but i love my job, and all the children that i teach are delightful (i may modify this after tomorrow's tutoring sessions).
boy-of-choice: yes. i know you're dying to know about this, especially if you're oz&willow. because if you're oz&willow you're hanging out for the day that i'll break up with the boy and become your love-kitten. but anyway.
eating: feed me you fucks (no, not you mum). dammit. i am sick of eating bread-based food. no more toast! or, alternatively, ask me to feed you so i can muster the effort to cook. i can't be bothered cooking for myself.
lj entry: yes. it will end now, finally.