I woke up at half past 2 this afternoon, after dreaming of nothing inparticular. I haven't done much, just watched football and other things on television.
I asked the boy I like out on Saturday. He said yes, but I doubt he'll go.
I didn't listen to all the Manics albums in chronological order, I didn't have time as I woke up too late. Maybe next time then, maybe next time.
This entry has been full of a whole load of nothing really, so far.
I was reading some of my old diary entries earlier, in a slightly self-obsessed way. Some of the things I wrote about seem so far off now. I find myself changing and adapting so radpidly that I come to regret some choices I made, and I found myself wanting to go back and correct them, like looking back and redrafting something I had written. But then I wonder if i could change them, would everything be the same now? I like to think I have learned from some mistakes I've made, but others I find myself repeating over and over again, and I know I'm making them, but I don't think about them. Sometimes it's like I'm not inhabiting my body at all, and I'm merely watching events unfold.
I don't really know what made me think about this today.
Perhaps I shouldn't have mentioned too much about myself. Too many personal things. Which i used to do. My old entries used to be full of words expressing how I felt, but now they just explain events. It's a change which mirrors my words in real life too; I'm gradually revealing smaller amounts of details abou tmyself, distancing myself almost. It's a decision I've made so that I don't get too close to people, so that i don't make some mistakes that i made in the past again. It's a progression which I think will benefit me. Fitter, happier, more productive.