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I haven't performed in the way I did as a child in a long time. It's for the best - but I think I'd disagree with myself if I was much younger. Having so many eyes on you can markedly change how you view yourself later. I still feel like I have eyes on me all the time. i still look for a light on my webcam, on without my consent.
I'm having several dilemmas right now. One's creative - and I won't go into it - but the other is about vanity and necessity. My face is all swollen and I have to go to school tomorrow. I can't stand the though of everyone being able to see me like this. My friends making fun of me. Everyone looking at me and... seeing. You know, seeing me not at my best.
Revolt. Gosh, I can’t think of anything. Revolt. It’s so sad that nothing sparks in my head from that word. Am I too brainwashed by this society that I don’t want to revolt? Do I not want to “Stick It To the Man” and rebel. Maybe not. Maybe that’s overrated right now. Maybe "revolting" against "conformity" is the truly conformist thing to do. But maybe it's my speculation that is the conforming act. But maybe it shouldn't matter.
I'm sidetracked all the time. Always, almost. I can't keep on the same page as where I want to be. Does sidetracked remind anyone else of railroads? I dunno, just a though. Anyway, I don't really mind it other than the fact that my meaning can get lost. Oh! Lost! I really liked that show. I just learned about John Locke in my history class.
I do not like sports at all. I mean, I just never got into them. I'm not a competitive person, so I never saw any point in doing them. No offense to people who like them. I just don't see a point. I much rather be reading or, hell, working out on my own. Sports just seem silly to me.
The drain in my bathroom bathtub goes in and out of working. For two months it will be perfect, but, slowly, it always starts clogging up. It goes like gunky clockwork. Lucky for me, I have many skilled drain-cleaners in my household.