2003-08-26 - 3:32 p.m.
Many people have told me to keep the previous rose layout. I still love that layout, but it has many kinks I need to work out and I was making this Pirates of the Carribeans layout when I found myself putting my own links in here and opening the HTML editor. Then I thought, What the hell. So I'm putting up the former rose template on my diary later when I get sick of this layout.
See, I get tired of something easily, especially if I can change it. I can't change my room, my curtains, my CDs, but I can change my layouts. So I do. Even the things I know are going to change I get sick of. Example, my stay in Calgary. I found myself wanting to go back. And prior to going, I wanted desperately to go.
Of course, this has nothing to do with people. It mostly has to do with stationary, non-interactive things. I suppose. School's non-interactive, right?
I find myself recoiling at the idea of returning to school. I still have issues with certain people lingering in the back of my mind. But I must be as aloof as possible. It's the easiest and possibly only way to survive around those people.
The fact I'm half dozing and it's 1 in the morning Calgary time doesn't really help. I know I'm not going to get over my jetlag by the time school starts (in two days, help us). The strangest thing about jetlag is the logic your body clock takes. I managed not to sleep the whole day yesterday, gave in and hit the sack at 9 pm, and then woke up at 2 am, stomach making noises like an aggravated walrus. I fought down the urge to raid the fridge, got a glass of water and downed it, then went back to bed.
As with all attempts during jetlag, this one failed. I eventually ended up going on the Net and making a new look for Lotrfan Designs and a brand spanking new Jack Sparrow template. No actual spanking involved.
At 6, I collapsed on the bed and slept until 9. So I actually slept 7 hours. I hardly feel like I did. I'm asking myself now, Dammit, isn't 7 hours enough?
In response, my stomach grumbles.
