Random Acts of Nothingness Proudly Presents...
Diary of a Nothing
Questionable March 2001
March 2, 2001
C
Well thank Buddah for some things. So my juvenile crush on mister macho stud is all over now. I woke up and miraculously felt nothing. Of course, I did feel something. But it was for someone else. It was for a Faerie Princess on the other side of NY state.
As U2 said, "It's a beautiful day"
March 17, 2001
C
Haven't written in awhile. It's been chernobyl up here in the good old Burgh. I'm single again. And it's not really a good thing, but it was the right thing. If that makes any sense. And I'm not talking to "Little Miss Can't Be Wrong." For all intensive purposes, I just don't trust her anymore. Although myself and the aforementioned crush are speaking again. He knows everything, and we're cool again. Which is stellar. I'm leaving for spring break in a few hours. I'm a little excited, a little nervous. My mom reamed me out for the break-up, but at least we're talking again and civilly so. She realizes I'm right. And I'm glad that she acknowledges that. Other than that I'm just going to do some "WWF" style family bonding with my siblings for the next week. And I'll see ya when I see ya.
March 30, 2001
C
As always during the months when the most happens I have the least amount of time to tell you about it. Strange dreams. Lots of them. And last night I was the heroine of a mini-series of inter-connected fantasies. At first my sister and I (both decent witches) had to battle an evil witch before she harnessed the powers of the moon. Then I had to find a sunken treasure with my best-male friend before his conniving step-mothers robbed him of what was rightfully left him by his father. Then I had to face the big question as my best-friend asked me to marry him. Of course I said no, let's just keep things as they are.
Hind sight is 20/20 after all.
I'm wanting to harness some magic of my own. After all, I know I have it and I know it's there for my use. I just have no idea what to do with it. I think The Fool is telling me to get off my arse and do something wonderful with my life. But just what I've not the slightest clue. As he yells at me and tells me I have no idea how to read the signs properly, since they always point me in the right direction, so long as I'm willing to take the first step. I love it. I'm a retard.