getting neurotic.

Yes, I know. I am blogging for the third time today.

It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me.

And funny when it becomes apparent that weekends equate to spending time with one person (in my case, Collin), such that when he ain't around, you spend both your weekends at *horrors* HOME.

Seriously, I’m not complaining. It was a timely departure because I needed this time badly to finish up projects and catch up with school work. But the thing about staying at home for me is, I can't bloody hell study or sit still for longer than half an hour as a matter of fact. I’ve probably rummage the food shelf and the refrigerator a hundred times today.

Oh yea, study period makes one pfft… phat.

I read that humans are all social beings. We need all need interactions. However, my cooping up at home has reduced communications next to none. Other than some exchanges with my family, the only conversations I have are random calls from project mates and those on MSN (though I try not to go on MSN too much ‘cause it’s difficult to get off).

As such, please do not blame me if you happen to talk to me and I get extremely crappy and chatty.

My next source of interaction.

Tagboard!! Though it’s getting a little too quiet the last coupla’ days. Not that I’ve been writing anything controversial to elicit your response anyway (all the boring-lamenting-school entries *yawn*), but still tag me, tag me!

Talk to me before the neurotic me surfaces and I might just start talking to myself.