Here I am, on Christmas Eve, taking a small break from the party and all the booze and carols to update my journal, even though no one cares and no one reads this thing anyways. I pick the strangest times to do my journal.
I'm here at my grandparents' house up north, where I have come for the holidays every year since before I was born. (Literally, since I was born in February.) It's so strange, though, since my grandparents sold the house they've owned for 50 years, and now I'm staying in a condo in an old folks neighborhood. In the other room, I hear everyone asking my older sister about the boyfriend status. She's in college and has never had one. What's up with that?
Everything feels really nice right now. It's warm close to the point of stuffiness in this spare bedroom that I've escaped to, but I'm so comfortable I could fall asleep aside from the fact that I'm wide awake. Somehow, even though I'm feeling content with life in general, something is missing.
I'm trying so hard to find love again. My heart's a little bit harder after last time, though, but I'm really trying. I think I may have found it.
I have not got a haircut since I got my fauxhawk in the last week of August. Oh, my long luxurious locks. smile
I'm not on AIM ever anymore. Since I got dumped, I don't really have anyone to talk to on IM. I have a myspace now.
The new cd's I've got so far is The Killers, Paramore, Rufus Wainwright, Death Cab For Cutie, Dashboard Confessional, Imogen Heap, and nothing else. I'm on a new music overload! aaagh.
In other news, I am going through a phase where I am listening to mainly boy bands and other 90's- 00's music. Nsync, Britney Spears, Spice Girl, and my main squeezes, backstreet Boys.
I think I'd better go downstairs and watch more of a Christmas Story now.
The Masked Phantom