Here I am . . .

Wasting time and sleep again. And for no reason at all.

Just because I want to hear that song, over and again. Over and over and over again.

"Until you loved me"

I like that song. Especially at about 2:31 where he does that guitar thing, it makes me smile. Every time. I'm such a dork. I know this.

I talked with L. for a while tonight, about four and a half hours. We've figured out a username for when we post our story, and also a title for the story. *grins* I'm glad. Now that we have that over with, we can get to more important things. Like, how many times, precisely, her character should hit the guy she's supposed to like? *laughs* I know, I know.

She did get me to apply to another college tonight, though. It took a surprisingly short amount of time to do so, and I mean, really short amount of time. About ten minutes. Tops. It was scary, how easy it was to do.

I've realized, tonight, that I haven't exactly posted any entries on this blog with actual thinking in them. My posts have sort of revolved around music, haven't they? *sighs* That is an issue. I made this blog originally so that I could talk, if only through a keyboard, and only to myself. But I haven't been doing that. I haven't at all.

In my euphoria these past couple of days, I think, I've needed less words to describe my emotions, how I've been feeling. And my music has simply supplied that extra bit that I haven't had time, in all my bouncing and smiling, to write out. Huh. Inconvenient to write. Never thought that would happen.

Writing on my stories, my book and new short story with L., has stolen those words which never seemed to stop for me. I have an outlet, something I've always needed. I put so much of myself into my stories, I don't think anyone ever realizes just how much. They are me, my heart and life, my quirks and thoughts. It's almost pathetic. I don't have the best imagination, it's all supplied by my own life. But then, if that isn't what I'm supposed to be doing, where does the saying "Write what you know." come from? *sighs* Loops and twists, such a pretzel.

It's almost three o'clock. I'm very tired, and my neck hurts. My fingers will start to tingle if I type much more. I know this. I can't type for so many hours and not be repaid with numb fingers and a crooked neck.

Wait, there they go now. Tingling on me. Of course.

I suppose I should sleep, then. Sleep, now. Sleep.

I'm trying to convince myself.

. . . .

It's not working. But at least if I get off of here, I will at least have a chance at it.

So, good night. Sweet dreams and all of that. I'll try not to be so featherbrained and helium-filled bouncy-ness. It's hard when I'm feeling so great, I want to enjoy it, but I know it's difficult to follow when I'm bouncing around the room without stopping to rest on one topic long enough to think. :D

Good night. Thank you for listening. It's nice. *pats computer screen affectionately*

Lol. See? I can still be an idiot if I want to . . .