  My days are less than exciting. Its the same thing with only changes in clothes (sometimes) and dialogue. Nothing ever changes, and that is why the little things mean so much to me. Just a different person doing a different something always seems to make me happy.
And that is also why I sometimes loathe myself. I never change. I'm constantly an anti-social dick, and I really dislike that about myself, but I try. I try to push myself to the verge of talking to people I usually don't, but I've found that I am either socially intimdated or I just can't talk to certain people. As I once told someone, sometimes I want to blow off my head, and sometimes I don't. Hmph. 
