Everything I've planned just slips right through my hands, hey I don't--know--why

The world is feeling like it's passin' me by--I'm fixin' to lose it, and I don't--know--why

/me hums along

Lately things have been a little better. Last night I went to Superbad with Cody. I laughed my ass off through the entire movie, it was amazing. After we went to Denny's and talked about things. As you may or may not understand, the things which we discussed are generally things I don't ever talk about, but constantly feel the need to. Silly things like; "such-and-such are hypocritical, who-and-poo 'don't like reading!?', what's-her-face feels in such a way," and so on. In nuce it helped me realize that what I was feeling towards this girl I've gone on about in my head for weeks, is all due to my... erm... Well I'm not really sure, haha. It made me feel better with her (seeming) apathy for more-than-friendliness. Which, now, is totally fine with me. Not that I don't want to be with her, it's just that I feel less sad about not being granted such an exclusive right. I suppose part of feeling content about the situation is making myself realize that it was meant not to happen in the first place.

OK, OK, I could go on about that for hours, all I'm doing is going in circles. It's silly. I don't even know why I'm writing that out. I am finished.

listening to: Ben Kweller - On My Way