02.11.2003 4:40 pm
noise disturbance

I found it. I put waaay too much of my life on my Palm Pilot. I felt paralysed without it.

[Michael Jackson - Rock With You]

I love that song.

I'm afraid I'm getting sick, and it sucks. Vagina Monologues is this weekend, and doing that while fighting a cold does not appeal to me. Then I have a belated birthday party on Sunday... yay! My mother's broccoli soup... mmm.

I've been noticing Corey's little noises recently, and they're getting on my nerves, which sucks. I know it's just because Mom was so neurotic about sound sometimes. No teeth on the forks at dinner. Chew with mouth closed. And I sit there next to Corey, and we're watching rehearsal, or driving in the car, or watching a movie... and I hear him. And it drives me crazy. I think to myself, "Do I say something to him? Or are those just the noises he makes? Why haven't I noticed them before? Maybe if I just try to focus on something else, it will fade out of my consciousness..." But it doesn't. It stays there, the breathing or the chewing or the ... whatever. And I'm sorry it bothers me. I'm sorry that he reads this, and will see, and get paranoid. That's not the point. The point is, I'm pissed at myself for not being able to get over it.

I'm going to revamp my computer over break. It should be pretty lonely here, but it will be nice to sleep as long as I need to. "Sleep till nine--sleep till ten--sleep till noon." And hopefully I'll be hanging out with Ariel... there are some things I've been wanting to do but delaying because I didn't have time. So if she's up for it, that would be fun.

"Close your eyes, let that rhythm get into you. Don't try to fight it, there ain't nothing that you can do. Relax your mind. Lay back and groove with mine... You gotta feel that heat, and we can ride the boogie...."

Good song, great song.

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