Puppet on a String
June 16 (again) Eleven P.M.

Lately, my main problem has been trying to figure out how I feel.

"I'm as jumpy as a puppet on a string" -Margie Frake, State Fair- Rogers and Hammerstein.

I know, I know, that's not what she meant at all, but I was trying to come up with a good metaphor for how I feel, and I thought of the way a puppet is controlled by someone above them, and can go from way up, to way down, and have no control over it. This is how I am feeling. When I got online tonight, I started a conversation with Linda like this:

InfiniteAaah: Hi!

(She asked how I was)

InfiniteAaah: goooood

Now, I'm beginning to feel kinda down. Everything is just sort of coming out at me. It suddenly occurs to me that I don't want to work tomorrow, that I want to stay up all night doing something wonderful and fun, and that I can't. It also occurs to me that tomorrow is Father's Day, and that I am obligated to buy my dad something. I don't particularly want to, but know that it's easier to comply than to deal with the repercussions. I'm also way jealous. I suppose this is normal for me. I get jealous often, but this time is different. This isn't something I'm going to broadcast for the whole internet to hear though, since it's not something I'm particularly proud of, but if you really want to know, ask. It might even be nice to talk to someone.

Anyone out there like the song "November Rain" by Guns 'n' Roses? aaah, I love it. About 15 of us sat around singing it at Project grad. It was damn cool. That and Eve 6...man, for some reason these songs evoke instant emotion in my sappy little heart. But If you look back in my older entries, I've already discussed "Here's to the night."

Ah...yeah. I feel like crap. I HATE the internet. It always does this to me. But I guess that makes me a masochist, because if you'll note, I keep coming back! Go me!