July 18th, 2003

Volvo

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It is so incredibly frustrating when you need a pen and you're looking around for something that looks like a pen, going, "Pen...pen...pen..." and right next to the computer you see one and get all excited, and you go, "Aha!" and pick it up and try to write with it only to discover it's a broken tire gauge. And then it is even more frustrating when you put it back next to the computer, where it "belongs" so that next time you need a pen your eyes wander over to the shiny metal thing next to the computer and you go, "Aha...!"
Volvo

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I am hardly ever depressed but on the occasions when I am it's such a bizarre, foreign thing--I have such respect for people who deal with it on a regular basis. I've been really abnormally down in the dumps today (I'm sure I made that evident through my relatively upbeat tire gauge post) but I don't want to complain since it happens so rarely and there are people who are actually diagnosed with 'clinical depression' who spend the majority of their lives feeling like this. It's a temporary thing for me. I feel like one of those annoying rich ladies who decides to "rough it" for a day or so, camping in the woods with mascara and wine coolers and Lands End cardigan sweaters while huge masses of people don't have enough to eat.

This feeling really blows.
My mom keeps giving me ideas for things to do and absolutely everything sounds awful. The only things that, for whatever reason, are strangely appealing right now are:
1.) The idea of cooking something elaborate for which I would have to go to the grocery store and purchase a number of obscure ingredients which I would never again use.
2.) Becoming an English teacher.

Let's hope I don't do anything rash.