Forever in Debt to your Priceless Advice.

Such a nice day. I got 11 hours of sleep. I showered. I ate. I socialized. Yet, I feel uneasy.

If asked, I’d give some trite retort about how it’s a combination of things. I’m not entirely sure what it is. Typically whatever’s bothering me is the first thing that comes to mind. My conscience is getting to me for being more friendly with Liz. I don’t think she cares that I’ve had my arm around her. But. But.

Eh, the things that bother me are too embarassing to bother with.

Is it loneliness again? Maybe, but I’ve also been feeling a little disconnected. But that doesn’t make much sense, as I’ve been feeling more in tune with my friends. Is it attention? I don’t know.

If only I could cry. Maybe I just miss the comfort in being sad.

Apparently, we’re all going to Kung Fu Hustle on Saturday. Part of me doesn’t want to go. As if to make a statement of discontentness. Yet, that wouldn’t prove anything. I’ll go if only because I know I’d be missing a good time.

I got ten Sacagawea coins today at the bank. I asked for two dollar bills, as well, but they only had a SINGLE one. If I get bored, I’ll start raiding banks for two dollar bills. It’s for tipping, I’ve decided.

I think I’ll GOTO my room and write in my journal. I need to document this mood.