i’ve finally stopped being so lazy and did something with the hp ootp wallpapers and pictures flying around all over the internet. deeper than all roses, the title is stolen from an ee cummings poem.

the guy i was talking about with the wrong impression? he’s stopped talking to me completely because i told him i wasn’t interested. didn’t see that one coming because i never made any advances and never promised anything. i guess the human ego can be fragile enough that you drop a supposed friend as if they were nothing. it’s not like i was horrible about rejecting him. my first real life friend in years.

i’m still going out places with that friend i knew in high school. ’tis very cool, today i met some of his friends. i learned that i’m terrible at pool but that it’s very fun playing when other people aren’t competitive. also, when some are barely better than myself.

so far there have been three attempted break-ins at home. sort of strange considering nobody has ever tried to break in before. just leaves me a bit frightened. maybe that was sort of the point – frightening all of us at home – because i figure if somebody really wanted to steal something they’d have managed it by now.

i’ve just finished haunted by chuck palahniuk. was mixed on it. the stories were interesting, some of them a bit disconcerting. especially ‘guts’, which was one of the most memorable stories in the novel. it was very original, overall. it just got to be a bit much, sometimes.