what am I talking about, anyway?

So... wanna hear something ridiculous? It's still November, and I am already sick & tired of Christmas music. Or, to be precise, of what passes for "Christmas music" in a typical American retail environment, lol. I tried to start my gift shopping today - without much success, I might add - and I just feel like I wasted a few hours and now I can't get some of those ugly, unappealing tunes out of my head. Blargh. My patience has run out, I think. I'll stick to ordering stuff online from now on, shipping fees or not. After all, I am already half-blind from staring into the computer screen most of the time anyway...

Also, apparently there are LJ communities meant specifically for people who are looking for new friends. You can join and post your profile, inviting others to add you. I've had a look around one such comm, which included users "age 21 and over". Predictably enough, pretty much everyone was somewhere between 22 and 27.:/ (Not that I mind interacting with much younger people, some of whom are very smart and mature and all - it's just that I can't help wondering why a twenty-something would be interested in befriending an old hag... which perhaps indicates that I have issues, but yeah. Browsing through that comm did make me feel like a grandmother, lol.) And no-one's interests even vaguely resembled mine. So I don't think I'll be joining. There are also comms where people post naked pictures of themselves - either full shots or specific body parts. No joke. Not that I'm scandalized or anything - more like mildly amused, I guess. I just wasn't aware of that. *shrug* And no, I am not interested in joining any of those comms either.:P

Gahhh. I've felt like I had so much to say lately - tons & tons of interesting posts brewing inside my head... but when I finally do sit down in front of that blank typing box, some daft insignificant blabber comes out. *sigh* I'd better just stick to reading other people's journals. Or fanfic - which only makes me feel like I want to write myself... but then I sit down in front of that blank typing box, and... yeah. Echoing silence. Maybe I could use a prompt word or something?... I just... there's so much static in my head, for all I know there could be an FPS masterpiece hiding in there somewhere, being obscured by corny elevator music of bland holiday cheerfulness. Or something. How do you force the creative part of your brain to pay attention to itself?... How do you tune out all the crap that the so-called reality assaults you with every minute of every day?... Should you have any ideas on that, please let me know.