life?
So once I posted some lame entry about how the "pieces of my life were on the verge of falling together, but just weren't", or some such nonsense. Ryan wrote something back to me that I saved because I liked it so much. It was "sometimes the pieces dont fit perfect, and you need to jam them in. then the cardboard peels away from the picture. then once it is finally in there, you realize it was the wrong piece all along. i guess thats either more cryptic than it should be and itll be real hard to figure out, or im just talking about puzzles. in any case, i hope everything works out well.
"If it's not okay, then it's not the end""
I think Ryan is probably my favorite person in the world, and sometimes I forget that for awhile. But seriously, who else says stuff like that? It was perfect.
Well, it's taken a ridiculous amount of time (I'm kinda slow like that sometimes), but I've finally figured it out. Those pieces don't fit together. Every time you start putting a puzzle together, you get a new puzzle, and you spend more time trying to fit the old and new pieces together than anything else. And I'm sick of putting together puzzles. I'm just going to take a nap instead. Screw you life, I'm done trying to make you perfect, and I'm just going to accept you as you are.
On a side note, I really want to go to Italy for a month in the spring, but it costs like $5000, and that would just be ridiculous. Money has never mattered to me, but the more debt I go into, I wonder if that is a good outlook. We'll see. I'll e-mail my dad and we'll see if he can make up his crappy fatherhood with a little cold hard cash.
That's my story.
Quote of the day:
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity".
-Gilda Radner
"If it's not okay, then it's not the end""
I think Ryan is probably my favorite person in the world, and sometimes I forget that for awhile. But seriously, who else says stuff like that? It was perfect.
Well, it's taken a ridiculous amount of time (I'm kinda slow like that sometimes), but I've finally figured it out. Those pieces don't fit together. Every time you start putting a puzzle together, you get a new puzzle, and you spend more time trying to fit the old and new pieces together than anything else. And I'm sick of putting together puzzles. I'm just going to take a nap instead. Screw you life, I'm done trying to make you perfect, and I'm just going to accept you as you are.
On a side note, I really want to go to Italy for a month in the spring, but it costs like $5000, and that would just be ridiculous. Money has never mattered to me, but the more debt I go into, I wonder if that is a good outlook. We'll see. I'll e-mail my dad and we'll see if he can make up his crappy fatherhood with a little cold hard cash.
That's my story.
Quote of the day:
"I wanted a perfect ending. Now I've learned, the hard way, that some poems don't rhyme, and some stories don't have a clear beginning, middle, and end. Life is about not knowing, having to change, taking the moment and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. Delicious ambiguity".
-Gilda Radner