I’ve been told that Dolly has calmed down now that I’m here. When it was just Nick and Allison, Dolly would jump on them and jump off right away, or go scratching things like crazy. Or if they left to take out the garbage, Dolly would come crazy meowing at the door when they got back five minutes later as if they’d been gone another week. I had to comb her for a while, and must have removed about 10 times the hair I normally do. She’s back to her old self again, except she seems even more affectionate this time, with the headbutting and the lap napping. She seems to want to keep track of everyone now, so she’ll only sleep where she can see everyone, such as on the couch arm if we’re in the living room, or at the juncture of our rooms if we’re in there.

I never talk loudly on my cell phone, especially on the bus, so that the people around will have no idea what the conversation is. Actually, I rarely talk loudly ever, whether I’m just in class or walking down a street, because I don’t want people around to know what I’m thinking. I avoid trying on clothes because I’m scared people will know that I’m thinking about buying a certain pair of pants. I hate asking about an item on a menu because someone will know that I’m considering a certain food. I almost never run for the bus, because if I miss it, I’m afraid that someone will know that I wanted to catch that bus.

I suppose that it’s a little different from what people get to know of me on a day to day basis. My clothes and my elocution are both ways in which I express myself, but these are both things which have been decided on beforehand. It’s the unconclusive situations that make me nervous. I think I’m just scared that people may think that I’m slow.

It’s funny that my mind considers such a thing. I generally don’t care what other people think (unless I respect them, in which case an opinion becomes overly important), so why this? Perhaps I’m just sensitive about my intelligence.

I hate it when people know what I’m thinking.

The evening air is misty, and each street lamp casts a cone of light that reaches to the ground. The sky is washed a dirty pink, and I can barely see 50 yards past my window. All I know is that the ground is covered in ice, and I’m warm and comfortable.

It’s good to be back. I haven’t heard bass in a month. Songs I added in the last month sound completely different now.

I always open Christmas gifts, especially from family or family friends, with a little trepidation. It’s more of an obligation than anything else for many people to give me something, and I’m of the firm belief that if someone isn’t going to like or have use for a gift, one shouldn’t give anything at all. There’s no point to giving someone a stupid present, and it just ends up being worse than if one gets nothing. There are a few exception to this rule, being the thought or effort put into the gift, although there is generally none of either if someone doesn’t like the present anyway. Sometimes it just ends up being the fact that the best intentions are used, but a gift isn’t needed to figure this out.

Of course, I’ve been known as the hardest bastard to shop for anyway, since I usually buy whatever I want. As soon as an idea is in my head for something I’d like, I’ll research it for a few days and then go out and buy it. It ends up being very rare that I want to get something I don’t have, mainly due to the fact that my interests are fairly simple and affordable.