U: Fragment thoughts in run-on sentences.

Well thank God I didn't write an entry yesterday. Just because I've been in such a self-absorbed "blahh life suchs" mood lately, which honestly continues to this moment, but at least a superfluous post was avoided. I woke up yesterday morning and my first thought was "gee, I'm depressed," and I proceeded to spend the rest of the day thinking of things to be depressed about. (The sad thing is I found quite a bit.) Not that it's a serious "depression" or anything, just your everyday teenage funk. It just saps me of the energy to do anything. Including shave - I really don't like being unshaven, but I can't seem to fit a good shave in.

I just don't feel so sharp these days. I need to get some kind of identity for myself, but I'm all over the place.

So I covered for Albert last night at work. I don't want to say "never again," but I will think twice since it was certainly not the most fun I've ever had at a bowling alley for 7 hours. A lot of it wasn't because I was filling in or because it was Sunday, just because of absent-mindedness. I walked out without punching out and had to bang on the door like a maniac to get Tahir's attention. Then there was this whole thing with my ride home, and boy was that a mess.

Also, I

So I'm starting Reading Week. I figure by the end of this I won't even remember what school was like. A good solid week off can be quite refreshing. Strangely, I'll probably spend the whole time in a self-obsessed funk. I've got so much junk -- for that is what it is, useless junk -- in my head I can't muster my wits.

Keep on rockin'
-Scotto

Addendum: Several hours later, I'm re-reading this post and I realize that it just says "Also, I" up there, and I have no idea where that was supposed to be. Was that a false start to my reading week thought, or something else? Man, I can't remember. I'm so out of it lately, it'd be a wonder if I actually got anything done at all this week, let alone the actual assignments I've been handed. I haven't even looked at what I'm supposed to do for Desktop publishing. It doesn't help that I have no internet on my laptop this week.

People read this, right? That's cool, man. I don't know how many of you are out there, although I know several of the people who have read it recently and in the past. I don't really care who is reading it specifically, I don't let that affect what I write. Like if I write about such-and-such and one of her friends reads and tells her, whatever man. Not that that happens. I'm just too lazy to sit down and sort through that junk ("junk" again.)

I'm not so pathetic as I seem on this blog, if that's how I come off. I'm just really, as you might say, pensive. But, whatever, man.

Keep on rockin' again
-Scotto