|on the complexities of my mind and the 6.35 am bus
||[Jul. 10th, 2001|09:48 pm]
|||||david kitt - whispers return the sun, rest the moon||]|
i have so many things to do, and so few hours in which to do them. this is what happens when you have to be in work for 7 o'clock in the morning. but i do spend my time semi-productively, like making mix tapes for friends (like this) and catching up with people i used to/currently have crushes on.
i also took that test which nearly everyone on my friends list has taken. a waste of time, of course, but it was quite acurate regarding certain things, which made me scared that i was 'histrionic', even though i have no idea what exactly that means (although, looking at the other categories, i'm thinking it's not good). this is what i got:
paranoid: very high
borderline: very high
avoidant: very high
dependant: very high
obsessive compulsive: moderate
i don't want to go to work tomorrow. it's not so much the actual work that bothers me (it's constantly busy so the day goes by quite quickly), but rather having to get the first bus in the mornings. always the same people and nobody ever talks. everyone has identical stunned and wide-eyed looks, similar to when you're violently woken up by something awful (whether that be alarm clocks or feelings of impending doom). also everything looks strange at that time of the morning.