Quiet, ain't it?

Well, I guess I've finally got time to sleep 12 hours, listen to music, clean my room, and be bummed about nothing nail-down-able. I just feel like listening to sad songs and being useless for everything. Blargh. Is it possible to be content and sad all at the same time? I guess so. I feel completely rested, and calm, and man has it been a great day or two, doing only things that make me happy. SO it pisses me off to feel llike something's wrong. Maybe it's just wanting to take time and say the things I want to say, but feeling like I don't want to say where I'm going, even though I know where I'm going. I know it's Madison. I know I couldn't go to UGA and not regret turning down Wisconsin. It's really stupid. So there, it's out there and laughably nothing to be ashamed of. I just feel like I'm not supposed to make that decision yet. Probably because it's so big. SO freaking big. And I personally asked to be responsible for the decision, and I wouldn't retract that ever. But sometimes I feel like I don't know the whole picture and the whole story. Lately I wonder alot, about what hasn't been said and what has.

Wow, could my brain be any more ambiguous? Well of course it could!

Anyway, There are a couple things I'm craving right now. I'd like to make a list of all my most favorite songs ever. . . which is just plain frivilous, but it sounds like alot of fun. I'd like to go out to dinner somwhere fun--but I know I'll get to go to Alice's party on Friday, and that sounds like so much fun. . .I'm excited underneath the dourness. I wish I could go get a movie, but I don't want to bug Sam all the time about going here or there.