In the dark, there is freedom

This day is off to a great start. My car wouldn't start this morning. I popped the hood so my uncle could take a look, and a cloud of smoke billowed up. He just slammed the hood back down and got back in the car. "The starter celluloid is fried."

...

Super.

Procrastination, I hate it, and yet I always end up putting off the things I need to do until the last minute so I'm stressed out whilst doing it. Oh joy.

It's been way too long since I've posted an entry in this thing. I've never been very good at keeping a diary; my daily life is so boring, I don't think anybody would want to hear about it. I get up, I go to work, I come home, I eat dinner, I putz around online, playing Facebook and tagging in my rp threads, and then I go to bed to start it all over again. Sometimes I write. I'm still plunking away at my novels, and I've been filling the time with writing fanfic. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm thinking about trying to get published and still writing fanfic. I'm sure that isn't a good idea, but...I can't seem to drop the fanfic, so...I'll just cross that bridge when I get to it.

Still hopelessly in love with the Jonas Brothers. Sad that Heroes was canceled. :( I went to see Tron: Legacy a few weeks ago, omg, so good. It was a treat to watch, and I finally got around to rewatching the origianl Tron. It wasn't as boring as I remember as a child.

( Shit's getting deep, guys. Put your wading boots on )

*waves little flag of aliveness since it's been almost four months since I've logged onto this thing...*

Nothing new to report. Stuff with my grandma but I don't feel comfortable getting into it here.

Hope everybody on my friends page is doing good. Will catch up with entries later.

My mom told me the other day that I have this inability to see my own potential, that I just sit around and feel sorry for myself. She is one hundred percent correct, but I don't know how to correct this...

You know, when I was in high school, I had a friend -- who shall remain nameless -- who likened our circle of friends to the solar system. She said to me, "You know, like, so-and-so is the Earth, and I'm Mars and so on and forth," and then she looked at me and went "And then there's you, and you're, like, waaaaaay out there. Beyond the edges of the galaxy. You're, like, an undiscovered planet or a comet or something." At the time, I prided myself on that description because I thought it meant that I was unique and different and not like everybody...special, if you will.

Now, looking back, I'm not so sure that's the case. I don't think she was trying to pay me a compliment.