Might as well...
Make a pseudo-meaningful post on LJ. I haven't done that in quite some time.
I miss all my old friends. This year I've been alienating people who aren't in what I presumptiously call my inner circle, which leaves me with a lot fewer friends. Except for Nick, Jacob, Phillip, and Chance, I feel like I don't belong with anyone at school, which is a for-serious bad feeling. I imagine it's Nick rubbing off on me. Anyone who's reading this: make me more social. Accost me. Force me to talk to you.
I just discovered that a lot of people think of me as arrogant. It's true. I don't like that, either. I'm sorry to anyone I've offended. Arrogance and pretention seem to be Elliott trademarks, which is okay, because we generally have the skill/intellegence/wit to pull it off, (see, there's that arrogance again) but it's something I really need to knock off.
My this year's new hottnesses:
Jack Bishop
I guess that's the only person I'm talking to this year that I haven't talked to in previous years. He's hillarious. I wish I had met him earlier. We played Pirates in Stage Management.
I miss playing pretend. It was so much fun.
I fell off a mountain. I feel ten feet onto my spine and I stood up and walked away. Shit. That was a close one. I didn't just have my breath knocked out of me - I had my THOUGHTS knocked out of me. Everything was expelled from my body in one giant WOOMPH. It was strange. And painful.
Going back to arrogance, I realize that I talk about myself and my talents (real and imagined) waaaay too much. I would like to be a writer or a historian when I grow up, but the fact that I know so many people who are better than me in both fields (and indeed, in every field) makes me feel like I need to stress my accomplishments. I know it gets annoying, but if you guys (my friends) can bare with me, I'll try to improve myself.
I don't smoke or drink anymore. I'm boring.
I'm on lots of painkillers. My grammar is suffering accordingly.
They also (Paige, Sam, and Brock: Stop reading now) make me strangely horny.
Oh no, oh no, oh no ... I'm a ROCKET MAN.
I know I'm going to die from something other than natural causes. Probably falling off something, the way things are going. When I do, you all better pretend it's noble.
I'm so scared I won't get a good scholarship for even an instate school.
I want to be a teacher. On a boat. And I want to carry a gun.
My imagined-future life is much the same as it was when I was ten. I want a hand-gun license. I support people owning guns. Am I turning conservitive?
http://www.bit-tech.net/gaming/2005/09/07/goldeneye_source_sep/1.html
Be my friends again!
What a whiny post. Sorry, it won't happen again (until my next life-threatening accident where I end up hopped up on pain pills).
And I forgot to mention this - I really love my girlfriend. I feel like I MUST be whipped, only because I will do almost anything she asks me to in order to keep her from being sad. Not that she asks me for much, but you'd better believe I'd do it!
I'll see all y'all playas' either tomorrow or Friday, depending on how bad I hurt tonight and in the morning.
I miss all my old friends. This year I've been alienating people who aren't in what I presumptiously call my inner circle, which leaves me with a lot fewer friends. Except for Nick, Jacob, Phillip, and Chance, I feel like I don't belong with anyone at school, which is a for-serious bad feeling. I imagine it's Nick rubbing off on me. Anyone who's reading this: make me more social. Accost me. Force me to talk to you.
I just discovered that a lot of people think of me as arrogant. It's true. I don't like that, either. I'm sorry to anyone I've offended. Arrogance and pretention seem to be Elliott trademarks, which is okay, because we generally have the skill/intellegence/wit to pull it off, (see, there's that arrogance again) but it's something I really need to knock off.
My this year's new hottnesses:
Jack Bishop
I guess that's the only person I'm talking to this year that I haven't talked to in previous years. He's hillarious. I wish I had met him earlier. We played Pirates in Stage Management.
I miss playing pretend. It was so much fun.
I fell off a mountain. I feel ten feet onto my spine and I stood up and walked away. Shit. That was a close one. I didn't just have my breath knocked out of me - I had my THOUGHTS knocked out of me. Everything was expelled from my body in one giant WOOMPH. It was strange. And painful.
Going back to arrogance, I realize that I talk about myself and my talents (real and imagined) waaaay too much. I would like to be a writer or a historian when I grow up, but the fact that I know so many people who are better than me in both fields (and indeed, in every field) makes me feel like I need to stress my accomplishments. I know it gets annoying, but if you guys (my friends) can bare with me, I'll try to improve myself.
I don't smoke or drink anymore. I'm boring.
I'm on lots of painkillers. My grammar is suffering accordingly.
They also (Paige, Sam, and Brock: Stop reading now) make me strangely horny.
Oh no, oh no, oh no ... I'm a ROCKET MAN.
I know I'm going to die from something other than natural causes. Probably falling off something, the way things are going. When I do, you all better pretend it's noble.
I'm so scared I won't get a good scholarship for even an instate school.
I want to be a teacher. On a boat. And I want to carry a gun.
My imagined-future life is much the same as it was when I was ten. I want a hand-gun license. I support people owning guns. Am I turning conservitive?
http://www.bit-tech.net/gaming/2005/09/07/goldeneye_source_sep/1.html
Be my friends again!
What a whiny post. Sorry, it won't happen again (until my next life-threatening accident where I end up hopped up on pain pills).
And I forgot to mention this - I really love my girlfriend. I feel like I MUST be whipped, only because I will do almost anything she asks me to in order to keep her from being sad. Not that she asks me for much, but you'd better believe I'd do it!
I'll see all y'all playas' either tomorrow or Friday, depending on how bad I hurt tonight and in the morning.