I watch that pretty life play out in pictures from afar...
Like I said, I'm gonna try and blog more.
I finally made progress in my written journal. It took 2 years, but shit finally got written down. I even wrote a poem thing and posted it on deviantart.com. I hadn't been there in so long, either. Growing up and outta this stuff, I guess. Not the blogging part, I always need a place to write my head. But, deviantart and other sites and stuff. Just, I dunno. I never really considered myself a good poem writer anyway. Just a way to vent, and vent I did.
I think I'm to the point where I'm gonna start looking for a job. I'm finally bored with doing mostly nothing...And I bid my time so well for alil while there. But alas, boredem...You kick my ass.
I went to dinner and drinks with my dad and sister Andrea tonight. It was the first time I'd seen her in about 8 years or so? It actually went pretty well. I mean, we already chat on Facebook and stuff so it wasn't like BLAM! But still, it felt good to feel like I had a sibling. Weird. I'm so used to be the only child. She offered to have me move out there to Colorado. I'm gonna visit first, obviously. But maybe it's not such a bad idea? There are plenty of job apparently and...I dunno. I just have so many connections here...Friends and family...Love interests. That shouldn't really be plural, there's just one. We were drunk and I told her I'd wait for her. I pinky swore...I wasn't lying. There's just something about her...Something, and I want to figure out what it is. If I never quite figure it out, that's fine...I'll spend my time searching. Maybe it's everything. I'm so stupid and deep when it comes to love.
I'd really almost enjoy not being a "hopeless romantic". But it's just how I've always rolled...How I'll always be. I thought I'd been conditioning myself since my breakup with Andrea to not be that way...To just be like "Meh, whatever, love is fine." But no, it'll always play a huge part in who I am and I what I like and how I go about everything. I'll always be a sucker.
I believe I abuse the "..." Shit, I put them everywhere. I don't do well with anything, not even sentences, hah.
Cinco De Mayo is so fuckin soon. I think I'm going to Natalies? Was I invited? I don't remember >.> Nothing is gonna stop me from rocking my Mexican Flag bandanna and probably wandering around with a fifth of tequila in a paper bag. Not even the privacy of my own home if that's what it boils down to.
It's almost 4AM. That'd be a biggish deal if I hadn't woken up at alil before 5PM. My sleep has been SO messed up since I got back from Arizona...And I guess I have no drive to fix it. There really isn't a point so far. It's just weird hours.
Blah blah blah, time to play some Uno on xbox live until I finally feel like going to bed.
I finally made progress in my written journal. It took 2 years, but shit finally got written down. I even wrote a poem thing and posted it on deviantart.com. I hadn't been there in so long, either. Growing up and outta this stuff, I guess. Not the blogging part, I always need a place to write my head. But, deviantart and other sites and stuff. Just, I dunno. I never really considered myself a good poem writer anyway. Just a way to vent, and vent I did.
I think I'm to the point where I'm gonna start looking for a job. I'm finally bored with doing mostly nothing...And I bid my time so well for alil while there. But alas, boredem...You kick my ass.
I went to dinner and drinks with my dad and sister Andrea tonight. It was the first time I'd seen her in about 8 years or so? It actually went pretty well. I mean, we already chat on Facebook and stuff so it wasn't like BLAM! But still, it felt good to feel like I had a sibling. Weird. I'm so used to be the only child. She offered to have me move out there to Colorado. I'm gonna visit first, obviously. But maybe it's not such a bad idea? There are plenty of job apparently and...I dunno. I just have so many connections here...Friends and family...Love interests. That shouldn't really be plural, there's just one. We were drunk and I told her I'd wait for her. I pinky swore...I wasn't lying. There's just something about her...Something, and I want to figure out what it is. If I never quite figure it out, that's fine...I'll spend my time searching. Maybe it's everything. I'm so stupid and deep when it comes to love.
I'd really almost enjoy not being a "hopeless romantic". But it's just how I've always rolled...How I'll always be. I thought I'd been conditioning myself since my breakup with Andrea to not be that way...To just be like "Meh, whatever, love is fine." But no, it'll always play a huge part in who I am and I what I like and how I go about everything. I'll always be a sucker.
I believe I abuse the "..." Shit, I put them everywhere. I don't do well with anything, not even sentences, hah.
Cinco De Mayo is so fuckin soon. I think I'm going to Natalies? Was I invited? I don't remember >.> Nothing is gonna stop me from rocking my Mexican Flag bandanna and probably wandering around with a fifth of tequila in a paper bag. Not even the privacy of my own home if that's what it boils down to.
It's almost 4AM. That'd be a biggish deal if I hadn't woken up at alil before 5PM. My sleep has been SO messed up since I got back from Arizona...And I guess I have no drive to fix it. There really isn't a point so far. It's just weird hours.
Blah blah blah, time to play some Uno on xbox live until I finally feel like going to bed.