What I do on Livejournal: 1) squee about really awesome things 2) rant about my friends 3) intend to post creative shit that I write but then don't because it's usually too fucking disturbing 4) make pointless lists
Not that I've done anything on LiveJournal in a while. Since Cobra Starship, practically. I don't know what to do. I would rant some more but it just makes me want to punch stuff. And I've had it with punching stuff; it really hurts after the first few blows. I would write reviews for all the random shit I watch, play and read, but I just can't fucking be bothered.
It's a bit alarming, really. I can't be bothered to do anything creative or intellectual lately. Even schoolwork is done with an effort. I just want to sit around and take shit in, you know? But no one seems to think that's a good use of my time. Why? It's my time, right? I can do whatever the fuck I want with it, and at the moment, I just want to fill up the memory warehouse with awesome books and movies. Yet, sit around in one chair all day and read a great book, get in a good mood, then your parental figure comes home and indirectly says you should get more of a life.
Well, too bad. I'm content with just absorbing at the moment. (and I don't need no stinkin' life)