There are too many thoughts swimming around frenetically. Too many to keep track of. Why not fish them out here?

First of all, I was at PetSmart on May 25 [why am I writing this so late? I have no idea], renewing my dog's supply of sustenance. After purchasing the 15 pound bag, I was lugging it across the parking lot when a man started following me and approached me, offering to hold [and/or carry] it. I declined his offer. I was a little freaked out that'd he'd followed me. I thanked him and continued to head towards my destination. He said something along the lines of "Okay, fine, just offering". I felt horrible. My first instinct was to be cautious, hence the outcome. Is it bad, unnatural, for me to instantly assume the worst in a person? To consider all people potentially corrupt until proved otherwise? Maybe I should be more trusting of people. This space cadet needs to let loose [I guess].

Ya, umm, do I have trust issues? From what I've observed in my life, I feel like I don't or didn't until today. I haven't bothered to look at this aspect my life, now that I think about it. But for everyone I meet at school or extracurricular activities, I trust people until they violate it, until they give me a reason not to. I'm still wondering why I deemed that guy untrustworthy. Because he was a random stranger in a parking lot in front of my dog's grocery store donning rugged/torn clothing? Hmmm....

Why can't I catch any fish?????? This is quite distressing. Guys just don't seem to like me. Apparently I'm too controlling and straight-laced? Whatever. Who needs 'em? [I say this and yet I continue wailing over my inept methods of dealing with guys] What more can I say? I fail in this department.
Marcus, I need advice. Please? ^^


Okay, new topic. I've noticed that I complain. A LOT. It's ridiculous how much I whine about being bored or lazy. Ugh. I really need to put a stop to it. I'm surprised people haven't completely eschewed me from their lives.

So why is this random note titled "Space Cadet Eating; Food for Thought"? Why "Space Cadet"? It's a sort of pet name for me. My teacher's called me that occasionally. That day of May happened to be one of those occasions. I was in class after school grading the multiple choice portion of tests when I suddenly paused everything. I was forgetting something. What was it????? ARGHHHHHHH. Something. "Hahahaha, Space Cadet, you probably are forgetting something. I mean, when I get that feeling,most of the time, I really do have something important to remember". Space cadet. Oh well, I continued grading assiduously. We concluded our little after-school grading party at 3. Then it hit. Technology-Student Association. I had a TSA meeting. Coincidentally, my teacher had a faculty meeting that commenced after school. Too late for that. I was still able to contribute to TSA. I stayed to help till 5. I don't space out that much. Ehehehe.

I haven't drawn/painted in while. I feel like something is blocked. The artery to creativity. It's clogged with this viscous dark matter. Not sure what it is. Plan to eliminate the problem: 1] figure out what it is. 2] Shop for the proper tool. 3] Annihilation. Yay! I miss using my vibrant, dusty little chalk pastels.

There's still more to type. Do I want to? Yes. But will I? No. I feel lethargic now. The best cure for this space cadet's ailment: chick-flick and oreos.

Ciao!