now they were all friends @ the time....
copy & paste of my myspace blog, just b/c i deleted this off of myspace & i feel the need to post somewhere how i feel/felt. how is possible for one to live feeling 100% happy one second and in an instant, 90% entirely differently? not always 90% oppositely, but just differently. maybe i'm just a fucking weirdo. that's probs it.
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due to the collision of my own inner dialogue and processing of recent experiences and new feelings/realizations, i am very skeptical of my own ability to accurately convey that which i would like. especially due to the overwhelming feeling that, to spare complications and annoyances, i should remain excessively allusive.
imagine driving town a road in the middle of nowhere, expecting absolutely nothing than some spent gas, your primary destination being the end of the road you’re currently on. your main excitement is the fact that you just found orange crush in a bottle and a partner who has little to zero qualms with being a car with you for a questionable amount of time. and then you find the end of the road, and there’s sadly no emerald city at the end. (because i like to believe that the emerald city is secretly the destination everyone wants, despite all denial. I KNOW THE TRUTH, MOTHERFUCKERS.) so you think that it’s time to turn around, but you also have this overwhelming sense that your copilot doesn’t want to return to the city of doom anymore than you do. throw in some "left is heads, right is tails" coin tosses, mexican food, margaritas, several BBQ spellings, my future grad school, and much hilarity, and my monday night is summed up.
and, that vague summation can also pretty much be utilized to express the sheer surprise and joy the last week has contained.
oh, that and:
"All McDonalds commercials end the same way:
’...Prices and participation may vary."
I want to open my own McDonalds and not participate in anything. I want to be a stubborn McDonalds owner:
’Cheeseburgers? Nope. We got spaghetti!...And blankets. We are not affiliated with that clown, he attracts too many children.’"
i only have 3.5 weeks left of school, and i cannot express to anyone how thrilled that makes me. i also cannot express how, once again, another semester of school has astonished me as to how much evolving can occur during said months. for some reason, though very little of it is actually school related, i find that my life changes much more when i’m in school.
i’m sure i could type out an entire timeline (as i have written all that has occurred in my slingshot), but i fear many would get annoyed at the 3 word phrase i opted to utilize to summarize my days.
this is not overly witty, which concerns me because i fear i am losing my ability to be ironic and amuse all around me. sad. however, at least i can still make a serious mix c.d. and clean my room. which i’m pumped about doing in a minute.
i have a bloody knuckle, which would be SO COOL if it wasn’t simply from scraping it on my sink drain while trying to make the drain work better. this is a time for drano, not bloody knucks.
would you rather live 800 more days, roughly 2.19 more years, or 800 more years?"
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due to the collision of my own inner dialogue and processing of recent experiences and new feelings/realizations, i am very skeptical of my own ability to accurately convey that which i would like. especially due to the overwhelming feeling that, to spare complications and annoyances, i should remain excessively allusive.
imagine driving town a road in the middle of nowhere, expecting absolutely nothing than some spent gas, your primary destination being the end of the road you’re currently on. your main excitement is the fact that you just found orange crush in a bottle and a partner who has little to zero qualms with being a car with you for a questionable amount of time. and then you find the end of the road, and there’s sadly no emerald city at the end. (because i like to believe that the emerald city is secretly the destination everyone wants, despite all denial. I KNOW THE TRUTH, MOTHERFUCKERS.) so you think that it’s time to turn around, but you also have this overwhelming sense that your copilot doesn’t want to return to the city of doom anymore than you do. throw in some "left is heads, right is tails" coin tosses, mexican food, margaritas, several BBQ spellings, my future grad school, and much hilarity, and my monday night is summed up.
and, that vague summation can also pretty much be utilized to express the sheer surprise and joy the last week has contained.
oh, that and:
"All McDonalds commercials end the same way:
’...Prices and participation may vary."
I want to open my own McDonalds and not participate in anything. I want to be a stubborn McDonalds owner:
’Cheeseburgers? Nope. We got spaghetti!...And blankets. We are not affiliated with that clown, he attracts too many children.’"
i only have 3.5 weeks left of school, and i cannot express to anyone how thrilled that makes me. i also cannot express how, once again, another semester of school has astonished me as to how much evolving can occur during said months. for some reason, though very little of it is actually school related, i find that my life changes much more when i’m in school.
i’m sure i could type out an entire timeline (as i have written all that has occurred in my slingshot), but i fear many would get annoyed at the 3 word phrase i opted to utilize to summarize my days.
this is not overly witty, which concerns me because i fear i am losing my ability to be ironic and amuse all around me. sad. however, at least i can still make a serious mix c.d. and clean my room. which i’m pumped about doing in a minute.
i have a bloody knuckle, which would be SO COOL if it wasn’t simply from scraping it on my sink drain while trying to make the drain work better. this is a time for drano, not bloody knucks.
would you rather live 800 more days, roughly 2.19 more years, or 800 more years?"