:: Thursday, January 06, 2005 ::

All my plants are dying; leaves yellowing and falling off. All, that is, except the one vine I've had the longest, which creeps up my wall and seems to enjoy the lack of sunlight. It likes hobbit-holes, like I do.

It was a snowy day today. That used to thrill me, but snow in Vancouver sort of sucks in the end. It's been pleasantly frozen here the past few days, and only snowed because the temperature finally rose back up and hovered around zero. Of course, it continued rising into the positive, and the brief little winter wonderland melted into a soggy, dripping, regular old Vancouver day.

And it's not even snowing in Whistler. No weekend away for me, it seems.

I want to pout and stamp my feet. No matter how much I try to control my environment, actions, emotions, I always seem to lose my grip. New Years Resolution #2 is officially out the window. I think I'm too used to being alone - I don't like who I am when I entangle myself with others. It's better to have loved and lost, better to burn out than fade away, better to fail trying than to fail to try, etc etc etc... I'm not sure I buy it today.

Am I being too cryptic? Have I revealed too much? Well, it's my fucking journal, so whatever.

And it's still leaving my mouth a little sticky.


~song~ Gary Jules - Mad World

:: Katy 10:58 p.m. [+] :: ::