2002-03-27 - 8:44 p.m.
Sometimes I wish I were a lesbian! Men can be such dimwitted monsters, I swear. I got really upset at Patrick today that I wanted him out of my sight, pronto. We were enjoying the afternoon, just listening to some newly downloaded mp3s, and snacking on a sandwhich. When the last song was over, he let out a sigh and said, "alleluiah." I know it's not that big of a deal really, but I just thought that he was having fun as I was.
Honestly, I wouldn't have minded if he didn't want to sound-trip. He could have told me though. Instead he makes an idiotic remark, that made me feel as though I forced him to listen to all those songs, as if I shoved it down his throat or something of the sort.
He always wants to be moving. It's like he doesn't feel right if there's a moment when he can do nothing. It's sickening! I find it weird that instead of being influenced to become more active and 'alive', I get the reverse effect. I hate to say it but it's tiring for me to be around him. Sometimes I feel like he's even rushing through the rare times that he's seated and still. Do you get what I mean? Is it even possible to have a "rushed relaxing" or it's twist, a "relaxed rushing"?
Darned men...
