I Enjoy Having Money.

I got paid today.
First order of business: Pre-order The Virginia Companion ASAP. Normally I would never think of paying that much money for a book, but it's The Dresden Dolls...and I'm kinda sorta in love with Amanda Palmer.
And if it's written in a similar manner to her blogs, then there's no price I WOULDN'T pay.

Insomnia Brings Fragmented Thinking

Being afflicted with a sleep disorder such as insomnia isn't as romantic as it's made out to be. When people think of insomniacs, they picture tortured artists going mad with a fervor to create. At least, that's how I used to think of it. Now that I suffer from it all too often, I realize it's not so pretty. I make pathetic attempts at sleep, only to end up sitting in front of my computer, playing solitaire and listening to archived episodes of The Planet Podcast or Beyond Reality Radio. Or, as the case may be, blogging.

"I love sleep. My life has the

tendency to fall apart

when I'm awake, you know?"

- Ernest Hemingway

Don't get me wrong. I enjoy being awake to watch the sun rising every once in a while. I like to crawl out of my window and stand in the backyard and smell the crisp air and take everything in. I do this long enough to smoke a cigarette, and then I crawl back through my window and into my bed, and fall asleep watching re-runs of Radio Free Roscoe on The N. I wish they still showed Daria. That was my favorite. I also wish I had a friend named Christine, so I could call her Christine, The Strawberry Girl, Christine, Banana Split Lady. I love Siouxsie Sioux.

What I don't love is that on neopets, the games don't pop up in a new window when you play them like they used to. When did this happen? I don't like it. I don't like it one bit.

It's been recently announced that there is an L Word spin-off in the works. My expectations: Low. Unless of course it's focused around Shane. I mean, duh. Apparently, an alarmingly large amount of fans hope that it's to be focused on Dawn Denbo. Um...why? I hate that character. She's kind of a cuntwhore. There's nothing to her. Besides the fact that she's a cuntwhore.

I feel like I am making no sense what-so-ever. I'm going to listen to Slo and Green's interview with Kelka, and hopefully after that I'll be able to drift off into my sleepy land.

There once was a girl from Kaintuckee

This is me.
This is me starting a blog.

I'm not exactly sure what the purpose of this thing is going to be. I've had many journals on the internet over the past five years. DeadJournal, LiveJournal, GreatestJournal, etc. I think I've always been in it for the LOLZ. I go back and read these journals, the oldest being from the summer before I started high school, and I laugh. I LOL. Sometimes they make me sad and nostalgic (Am I even old enough to be feeling nostalgic?). Others reveal things that shock me. For example, I always thought I had started smoking when I was a sophomore in high school. According to one of my previous journal homes, I started smoking the summer before my freshman year. I've been smoking cigarettes for 5 years? Since I was 13? That's kind of terrible. Maybe I should quit (she says, as she lights one up). Also, how did I not know this? Well, I did get bullied a lot that year. Could I be repressing memories? Wow, I need to stop with the psych talk. I've been through a lot of therapy...I'm good at going on tangents.

So, I guess I'll just be using this as a place to ramble/rant/rave about anything that strikes my fancy. Oh, I'm super excited! Okay, not really. Maybe I will be once I get some caffiene in my system. We'll see.

ex/oh/ex/oh,
melanie