lo que paso ( i think more people should use the word jubilant )
so, i had this dream where i was walking...and then out of no where my legs shattered into thousands of tiny pieces.
i have no idea where that came from.
it seems like it's been years since i wrote in here...but according to my livejournal "home" it's only been 62 weeks. how many lifetimes can one live in 62 weeks? because it feels like a million. maybe a million and one.
i'm bored and in florida with my family, i don't have a computer hooked up to the internet anymore, so this is quite amuzing me. all this facebook and livejournal business...the kids these days, so facinating.
after spending hours reading old livejournals i've come to the following conclusions:
1. i'm not angry any more. (unless i drink whisky, according to amanda)
2. i wish i didn't have to be a grown up sometimes, but i'm glad i never have to live through "growing up" again, just growing old.
3. i miss a whole bunch of things including: my dog (not that he has anything to do with reading livejournals, but i still miss the white ball of fur any how), mark (because really, who wouldn't miss this: Elhoir (9:29:34 PM): i have this fear you're going to turn into an overweight middle aged woman with stacks of romance novels in her room who uses the books as an escape from her life as a deli manager and does naughty things while reading them.), coffee shops with lots of people that walk by, living in nonfenton, the long and often way too cold walk to class, house parties, cal and spartan football, sixers of boonesfarm on a tuesday night, god this list could go on forever...
4. i've done some crazy shit in my life.
5. life man...it's just like...life, man.
i have no idea where that came from.
it seems like it's been years since i wrote in here...but according to my livejournal "home" it's only been 62 weeks. how many lifetimes can one live in 62 weeks? because it feels like a million. maybe a million and one.
i'm bored and in florida with my family, i don't have a computer hooked up to the internet anymore, so this is quite amuzing me. all this facebook and livejournal business...the kids these days, so facinating.
after spending hours reading old livejournals i've come to the following conclusions:
1. i'm not angry any more. (unless i drink whisky, according to amanda)
2. i wish i didn't have to be a grown up sometimes, but i'm glad i never have to live through "growing up" again, just growing old.
3. i miss a whole bunch of things including: my dog (not that he has anything to do with reading livejournals, but i still miss the white ball of fur any how), mark (because really, who wouldn't miss this: Elhoir (9:29:34 PM): i have this fear you're going to turn into an overweight middle aged woman with stacks of romance novels in her room who uses the books as an escape from her life as a deli manager and does naughty things while reading them.), coffee shops with lots of people that walk by, living in nonfenton, the long and often way too cold walk to class, house parties, cal and spartan football, sixers of boonesfarm on a tuesday night, god this list could go on forever...
4. i've done some crazy shit in my life.
5. life man...it's just like...life, man.