Talking in circles and living with squares.

Fuck talking in circles and lyrics today, I'm making a real blog.
Got an idea from one of the FOBR boardies today.
So I did what she's doing and I put two posterboards up on my wall to write stuff on. She said she's writing inspirational phrases on hers.
On mine, I might just write lyrics or thoughts, I'm not sure.
Seth left like ten minutes ago to go to the Fall Out Boy concert. And I hope he has fun.
But honestly I couldn't be more fucking jealous.
I'm so happy he's going to go though.
But.
I just wish I could see them.
It's so funny, though - every concert I go to, I think "Well, this is no different than watching live footage on YouTube. It just costs money, gets my feet stepped on, and I can't do it in my pajamas."
But I suppose I could go to a concert in my pajamas...
I still go to concerts either way, and I don't know why. I'm broke.
My cat is burrowing under my blankets like a little rodent. It's creepy. And cute.
My wall doesn't look quite so bare anymore...
And about that posterboard.
The only thing on it so far is 'Hold your head high, heavy heart.'
More to come, I suppose.
I may watch a movie today. Not quite sure.
I may watch four movies today. It's just one of those days, I guess.
My cat just sneezed from under my blankets and I worry about her suffocating.
I guess she'll be okay.
I hate just writing. Normal. Like this.
I hope Seth has fun tonight. But I'm sure he will.
I want him to come back and tell me about some Pete flirting with Patrick type stuff.
Because I'm such a Peterick fangirl.
Even though they don't do that much anymore.
I do believe my cat has either suffocated or fallen asleep.
But I'm too lazy to check.
I guess I should go now, and see what movies the television can offer today. And perhaps hope the kitchen has some nourishment for me.
Think I'll stick to talking in circles and lyrics from now on.

Xoxo.