Sadness With a Spoon for Company

God... life's depressing... in general...

If there's something worse than having bad things happen to you, it's having nothing happen to you. Uneventful-ness kills...

I'm back in school by the way... It was fun for the first week... I don't know what to make of it now... I guess I'm just lazy... and bored... but I'm happy about it... or at least I'd like to think so... I'm not going to fail them dind't worry... I'll try my best... I don't want to waste my time...

But I really do feel like things are moving too slowly for me now. Like dragging along in a desolate area. Pretty to look at but empty... slumped... unloving...

Ooh well, I'm sure life turns around, right? In the mean time I have to finish my reading assignment, "Ragtime" by E.L. Doctorow. It's a great book, It's just sad I don't feel like enjoying it. I feel bad for the book...

My only solace right now, a bowl of soup. It's not much for conversation but it listens. I guess that's whats really important. The spoon just looks at me as I read about the great injustices in old New York. It doesn't speak either, because if it did I'd think im having a break down and going insane, but it does show me something though, me, a reflection. I look tired... sleep will do me good and that's what I'll do. Maybe things will work things out tomorrow. Then again I'm working at a crap coffee shop tomorrow. OH well.

"I AM SIREN HEAR ME ROAR!!! MAKE MY LATTE COFFEE SLAVE!!!"