Why is this so… great?

Why has this become my favorite passtime? I LOVE sitting here online writing my heart, mind, and soul away in my cyber diary. It’s not even about logging on to talk to people anymore. I come on, connect to instant messanger, check my email, and come to the OD. It used to be I couldn’t sit still for a second if I was wasting time which could be used to sit online and chat with people. Now I can actually sit through a movie, or at least most of it. I can resist logging on, and if I do log on when no one else is, I’m able to drag myself off… not so much even dragging anymore. But I’m addicted to my diary.

It’s not so much about the pants or the pins or a fight or a movie or a song or even about my day anymore. It’s just about… things. Sort of like Seinfeld. A show about nothing, except it’s just a diary about nothing. Nothing and yet everything. It’s the nothing from my life which makes up everything!

I used to hate seeing people’s diaries who wrote more than two paragraphs. Now I find myself writing endlessly about topics everyone probably pretty much could not care less about. But how can you stop when it flows so quickly through your mind? My MIND is what gets swept away… it gets swept away in a current of thoughts which ….. suddenly stopped flowing right when I’m trying to explain this. Um, ok well never mind. It’s not that important, just like I said.

“While You Were Sleeping” is on… oh boy just what I need to get all depressed again. (Oh, wait, I already am… I was reading Mmhmm hum’s diary, or however you spell it, and of course his scrambledness befuddled my head as it always does when I read his diary. But I already wrote about those effects a long time ago.) Anyway, the thing is, is we all want what we want but so few of us find it quickly, or at all for that matter. Is Gilbert Blythe or Mr. Darcy all that hard to find? Apparently so… ahh well. But more and more Phil reminds me of Mr. Darcy. Everything that’s happened since I’ve known him is totally connected to the book, I swear. I wish he’d read it. Lol, oh that’s right, I am supposed to show him “You’ve Got Mail” sometime. It’s close enough to the book that perhaps he’ll see the connection.

Oh boy… yup it’s depressing me…

Well that’s all for now. I don’t really feel like discussing my day. It doesn’t seem all that important.

~swept away~

@~>~>-dreamergrrl

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