Nightmare

Insomnia hits again...but this time for a good reason, I sprained my ankle and can't shake the pain off. Not to worry, I'll be up and walking again in a few days...or a few hours since I have class tomorrow. So to keep myself occupied (since everyone's asleep before 1:30 these days but me), I've been playing with an addictive little website called blogthings.com... I found out I'd be a Reese's peanut butter cup because people can't get enough of me, I attract people who want security, and if I was in a John Cusack movie I'd be in "Serendipity" (an excellent movie, for those who haven't watched it). Another one:

You are a City Girl!
Whether you live in the city or not, you've got the heart of a city girl.You're up on the latest trends - what's hot in music, food, and fashion.And you love to be on the go. Your perfect day is filled with tons of fun.Your perfect guy is a city guy, so head to LA, NYC, Sydney, or London to find him!

Okay, apparently I have no idea how to post these things as they come, but - this one's just a little weird. I'm totally a city girl, mostly because I've never been anything but...guess I need to actually move back to a city sometime. And then there are the ones about love, which, well, let's just say I'm not in the mood for tonight at all. It's been an overall discouraging day and I'm just ready to be unhurt both physically and mentally. Another reason I can't sleep. There's a certain someone I can't stop thinking about, then there's another who I can't stop fighting with for one reason or another. One may call it miscommunication, but I think it's something else, who knows. Either way, I really wish I knew how both people felt about me, but for different purposes. I also wish the jeep wouldn't be 'off-limits' anymore...and that I could find a job so I can pay for gas and - well, apparently, everything else that goes into owning a car. The joys of living in San Marcos never end, I swear. Hopefully tomorrow won't be as terrible as today, I doubt it could be unless I break my other leg or an arm...or just die. In that case though, I wouldn't have to face this pain anymore, and I wouldn't feel so incompetent anymore. I can't even get up off the floor without someone helping me, it's sad. But like the speaker at the MLK celebration said today, when you fall down you get back up. I think I'm going to need a good pull from where I am right now...
Skinning my knees reminded me of when I was younger; I used to hurt myself a lot back then. My mom was afraid of passing out from all the blood sometimes, it's ridiculous to think of how things have changed since the times when I walked around like a zombie for days because both of my knees were raw. When you grow up you become safer and less reckless, at least in many ways by the time you reach your twenties. I wish I was still as daring as I was when I was five. I also wish I was still naive about the pain and distrust a relationship can cause. Alright, well, only twelve hours til class, I better get some sleep. I'll hopefully start posting more...as in, less than twelve hours from now there might be another blog, hopefully less depressing. Maybe I'll be able to walk in the morning...