:: Sunday, March 02, 2003 ::

A Funk

I've been in a horrible mood for the past week and a half and I have no idea why. I guess my post about crawling out of my skin explained the feeling pretty well, so I won't attempt to top myself. It sucks though, because it reminds me of the way I used to feel all the time in grade 11/12. Perspective can be sort of upsetting: I used to feel like this all of the time, and I used to think it was normal. It makes me proud to see how far I've come. On a more positive note, I think I may finally be getting over it, which is relieving. I had a good day today. We'll see.

I went and saw Chicago tonight - impressive film. Some great visual metaphors and fantastic singing. Catherine Zeta Jones = hot. Renée Zellweger = not. That kid needs to gain some weight. Still a good actress though.

Today a homeless man grinned at me and asked me if I enjoyed my nightmare last night. I couldn't figure out if he was trying to be funny or cruel. I ignored him. I haven't ignored a homeless person in a long time. It felt snobby, even if he was insulting me. It reminded me of my Valentine's day adventure with a friend. We went to the Roxy (of all places), and while leaving the bar with two random boys we'd met (don't get too many ideas) my friend shook hands with a homeless man. The boy she was with was shocked. Why would she touch some random bum? It felt strange trying to explain to a 22 year old man that homeless people are people too. It made me sad.

I have no idea where I'm going with this entry. I should probably be doing homework anyway. I think I may just go to sleep.

:: Katy 10:38 p.m. [+] :: ::