So I got on AIM today for the first time in several weeks . . . Good God, now I remember why I stayed off of it. The second I get on, I'm bombarded by 5 IMs from people asking where I've been. It's not neccesarily a bad thing. It's just, HOLY CRAP! I can't talk to you all at the same time and have any sort of meaningful conversation. And then people are all, "Why aren't you talking? Why are you busy?" and I just want to scream. I have no idea what to do about it because I WOULD like to talk to people, but I hate being so overwhealmed.
Ugh, now people are going to read this and think "Oh no, I can't IM Eric . . ." which isn't the case at all and totally not the point of this.
Bahhhh, I think I'll just stay of AIM . . . I'd love to talk to you all, just e-mail or call me!
So, my grad party came and went. It was rather anti-climactic. Matt, Amy, and Peter were the only friends that showed up. I didn't do a great job of advertising it, though. I honestly don't remember telling a single person. I just had little flier things stuck in with my 1-man-show programs. It just never felt like my party from the beginning. NEver felt like I graduated. Still doesn't. The announcements Corie made for me were never sent to relatives. Apperantly my mom told me to put stamps on them or something. I don't remember that at all. If she told me, it must've been during the 2 weeks of hell when I wasn't paying attention to anything other than school work crap. So yeah, none of the relatives knew I was graduating either.
The whole thing was really awkward. I don't know how else to describe it.
The Marquee cabaret has come and gone as well. It was a LOT of fun. I got to meet a lot of fun people, and got to sing a lot of awesome songs. It was such a great experience, and I'm kinda sad its over.
Aaaaand that was the 50th time my internet has cut out tonight. Good god. What is the problem? Ugh.
So yeah, I've been meaning to post about stuff and thoughts, but just never got around to it. Things are just so . . . weird lately. I keep getting all these invitations to go out and do things, but for some reason I don't want to go. I just want to stay at home and lounge around or something. Just read a book, watch a movie, play a game. I don't want to go out to eat and spend $15-20 on something that'll be gone in half an hour. There aren't many movies out in theaters that I want to see while there are LOTS at the rental store that I do (I was at blockbust the other night). I went and splurged at Borders the other day, and bought $70 worth of books that I can't wait to read. Plus, I have the 4th season of Farscape too! And I'm actually accomplishing stuff in FFXI, and I still have yet to beat Xenosaga II.
I'm such a hermit.
Hmm . . . and now for the asshole portion of the blog:
I'm the one with the obsessive body image problem, but who's the one declaring their intentions to become a body builder?
I wasn't being supportive. I was pointing out that YOU DID THE SAME THING TO ME that you're complaining that other people did to you. What goes around comes around. Enjoy.
Ok. I just had to get those off my chest. Who knows if they'll be read by the people they're directed towards, but that's not important, really.
So yeah.
Yeah. Acceptance is awesome. That's a band incase you didn't know.
And it's late, but I'm not tired.
But I have a room full of crap I need to clean, hundreds of dollars in books unread, a DVD boxed set to watch, and for some stupid reason I'm still sitting here trying to think of all the millions of things I wanted to blog about just the other day.
