Why won't my frickin' name change? I did the edit this or whatever. I can't remember if the name I chose is permanent or what. I can't remember shit these days. Too bored to retain it. Hell, I don't even know how to get people to read my crap. I can't stand my user name anymore. It's not me these days. Not feelin' real "sunny", y'know?

mood: crappy

Ok, so I've had the flu for about, oh...2 friggin' weeks! Anyhoo, I'm up right now at 4 am (Pacific time), and I decided to liven up my Live-Journal. Problem is I suck with instructions. Maybe it's because I am literally sick and tired so my brain is fried. I can't get the damn background to stay stationary. Good thing I tested it out with an abstract pic or I'd be seeing a lot of John Constantine. Whoo, I just got really tired, I think I'm going to take my sorry, flu riddled body and go crash in my bed.

location: Sofa in living room mood: sick

Yes, so I am inconsistent and only post here once in a while. So sue me. Anyway, just here to rant my ass off about how I am slowly going insane. It is 2:08 am in So-Cal right now and I have nothing to show for my time except being hot, sweaty, sweaty and grouchy. So how do I fix this problem? I think I'm going to go write an NC-17 romance right now. Maybe by fucking with the live of fictional characters (No pun intended,) I'll gain some sanity back. Hey, it works for the Joker and Stephen King (Read the Dark Tower series people), maybe it'll work for me.

mood: indifferent

I totally forgot I had a live journal page. Am I a flake or what? Just thought I should say something, though it's not like anybody else is going to read this.

So it has been awhile since I've even posted anything here. I don't have any contacts in this place so I'm basically writing to no one but myself right now. Maybe if I write stories or post my artwork I could attract people to come here, but would they come? Am I going to be one of those lonesome people in the world of LiveJournal that people just don't give a shit about? Maybe I shouldn't give a shit about them. Maybe I should be mean and rant about a bunch of lame shit and tell people to fuck off. Nah, I'm too nice of a person. I'm going off on a tangent here. I shouldn't even be bitching about it anyways. I haven't hopped on here and written anything since March, and even then it was just two installments of useless drabble. I guess I need to be more creative and post cool stories that come from my twisted imagination and post artwork to illustrate scenes from those stories. It would be good practice for me since I can't make up my mind if I want to pursue being a comic book artist or a comic book writer. It'll give me a chance to get my work out there and maybe, just maybe, I'll get some reviews, feedback, and constructive criticism. *Sigh* I guess that means I should get of my lazy ass and start working on something.

location: Couch in living room mood: apathetic music: DePeche Mode: Suffer Well (album version)

So, in the last three days six days I have done two things I swore I would never, ever do. I joined here and My Space. Why did I do it? I succumbed to pressure from friends, co-workers, and the students that I work with. It is very odd going from a person that has kept away from most things internet to going almost full-fledged internet friendly. I have to say it is been pretty fun so far. I have checked up on the students I work with and see what they are up to. I also converse with friends and co-workers. I guess you could chalk it up to social e-mail. Well I'm off to find something to do because I am severely bored and I'm not one to sit still that often. Ta ta!

mood: bored music: NIN: Pretty Hate Machine

Well here I am, first night on live journal...I don't feel any different...don't look any different...no earth-shattering events have happened.. so I guess I'm safe. I guess I should go out and make friends now, huh. Well okay, I'm off to cruise around and check this sight out. Ta Ta!

mood: sleepy