A random, pointless trip through my mind

Why is it the minute I say "I shall move" does my room become a disaster area? Is it a bizarre form of nesting?

Why can't I sleep properly?

Should I cut my hair?

Should I get new glasses?

Has anyone else realized how comfortable a bathing suit can be worn instead of underwear when laundry runs low? Its...warm! And my boys feel well-protected.

Since I've just turned twenty-five, I can officially call any crisis I go through this year a "Quarter-Life" crisis. Instead, Ive begun to think of my twenties as "My Crisis Decade".

(I was going to use the word "crises" in a plural fashion above, but was afraid people unfamiliar with the pronunciation would just think I spelled it wrong. Does this make me paranoid?)

In my eyes, the worst thing to hear out of anyone's mouth, at any time, is "Listen to this free verse poetry I've just written." The only thing to exacerbate the pure hell of this statement is the use of the term "freestyle".

What is the proper response when a parent says "I saw your mypace page today"? (Answer: If its my Dad, "Ok." If its my Mom, "I dont HAVE a myspace page.")

Over Christmas, I had a couple of drinks with my Dad and his partner (my stepmom, of sorts). The interesting part of this was I felt like Dad and I were drinking on the same level, the level that says "Booze makes any party worth having."

As much as I am enjoying distancing myself from the horrible dark depression that overtook me before Christmas, and everything that went with it, I still feel in the mood to get really drunk soon. (I say that, knowing that my depression is not over, or anything, but moreso that some of the symptoms of it, like trying to be drunk all of the time, are over.)

For a couple of days this year, just a couple, so far, I had the glorious feeling of having nothing on my bed but me and blankets. Tonight, various objects (my iPod cord, my tv remote, a tootsie pop) have somehow moved back into their places on the left side, limiting my right to spreading out fully. Perhaps I was meant to sleep as if I were sleeping next to someone.

If you haven't heard The Cousins (you haven't), check out their myspace page (www.myspace.com/cousinsthe). Listen to "Behind the Glass". Marvel that this is the guy from Rocketman and the keyboardist from my favorite band.