And another thing...
Ready to go? Let's go.
I'm sure I had a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes last night, I got pretty tired after a little while. I'm sure my writing style changed up a bit during the monstrosity. Eric apparently got through it though, he's a tough man.
I have a lot of stuff that's been running through my head and I'm trying to pick and choose what should go here for now. I guess I'll just describe a little about my day (don't worry it won't be such a detail generalization as last night's description). I didn't get much sleep last night, I'm thinking about an hour and a halfish. I was going to go to sleep early last night, especially early from what I've been used to lately, but I wanted to make an entry, I guess one thing lead to another during that post and after recounting in detail the earlier bits of my day I didn't want to just cut off or severly reduce the summarization in comparison for the latter parts of my day.
Of course I didn't recite my day wholy. That would have been silly, there're are so many little things, and little snipets of dialogue that are just too intricate to convey through written script without actually being present. Not to mention I have a bad memory.
However, there are a few other little things I'd like to mention that I forgot to put in last night's post. You know, just for memory's sake. Like I'm going to read any of this again. Eh, I'm bringing more pieces of myself to you readers. Love me.
I have a feeling that Amanda and I are going to start using the phrase "so go major in biology," and many derivatives thereof, as something of an insult to one another. It all began with my asking about Jamie Roy, or "Mr. First Block," as I'm so wont to call him. That's because he was our first block teacher during out last semester of high school. Now, I'm not going to retell this in much datail, like I said earlier, but after I brought up whether she has seen him at her workplace recently or not, we moved on to his teaching us zoology. I was wondering if he actually majored in that or something, or if he just got a general biology major, or maybe he didn't study anything like that and he was just stuck in that class.
I think I wanted to hold tight to any kind of possibility that we have something in common, don't ask me why, I think it evovled out of some weird kind of classroom relationship (or lack thereof) that we had, and I just bring it up a lot as a joke between Amanda and myself. There are a few other things like that, such as (pretending?) to be utterly obsessed with Mike Patton and Henry Rollins. I'm a big fan of both of those artists, but I enjoy exaggerating my fanaticism for comic effect. That's kind of what I do in the Mr. First Block scenario, he just happens to be a guy we actually know.
Well, Amanda said she didn't like the class and then said something to the effect of "who really wanted to take that class anyways." I, of course, raised my hand. I loved that class. And I told that time to tell her again how much I enjoyed it. She said something like "you did?" and I was like yeah, don't question my love, or something. And she told me she wasn't, so I repeated what she just said using a retarded voice, "What? You really wanted to take the class. I'm not questioning you." Then we got on talking about majoring in biology, she apparently thought that would be stupid, and everything evolved from that in details that I've forgotten.
Amanda also got a big sack of cool shirts for herself for only four dollars. There were like ten brand new shirts that were pretty tight(the cool kind of tight, not physically. Actually, they may have been kind of physically tight aswell) I don't remember what was on all of them. There was one I remember with an anthropomorphic goat weaaring a blue bathrobe, holding a mug, and had a countenance petulant in appearance. Next to him was a phrase that read something like "Don't be gruff. What are atheists always so grumpy." Neither of us really understood the entire point behind the words or the symbolism, but Amanda was excited about it. I wish I could remember more details about the other shirts. There's one I remember, but it's probably the least fun one. I don't remember the text on the shirt, but there were a lot of cartoony females playing rock instruments and stuff.
There was another little thing that happened that really bummed me out yesterday. On the way back to my place I noticed that the middle school area had all the trees cut down infront of the school. Thinking about it, I believe I saw that with Weddle and Jordan the last time we were all out together weeks ago. But I must have repressed the thought for until yesterday. I don't really travel to Russell Springs very often anymore so I've not been exposed to the treelessness much, so I really don't know how long it's been like that. But it really bums me out.
I always thought those trees were beautiful and I just hate seeing a nice bit tree cut down. I hate seeing trees trimmed severly also. I remember when my grandparents were going to have some trees trimmed at our farm back in the day, I was a little scared of what was going to happen to the poor trees. I was informed that it would be okay, they were only going to "trim" a few branches off the tops of the trees. That relieved me some, ah, okay, that doesn't sound so bad, it's like a haircut. Then they were "trimmed." and I was like, what' the heck! You cut off the entire top half of the trees!
I sound like a tree huggin' hippie. I can't help that, I love nature and I hate seeing stuff so quickly disposed of that takes so long (by human standards) to come into being. It just bums me out. Nature walks and just being out under trees and enjoying the earth, I dunno, it's all just so relaxing for me. Very ecopsychological. It's also kind of zen for me. There's a wholeness, for me. that comes from immersing myself in nature. I do a lot of nice thinking and feeling out there. It's just depresses me to see such a great piece of natural art thrown away despite the purpose. I'm sure they have "good reasons." It still bums me out, though.
I'm no eco-terrorist, mind you. ( =
I'm sure I had a lot of grammar and spelling mistakes last night, I got pretty tired after a little while. I'm sure my writing style changed up a bit during the monstrosity. Eric apparently got through it though, he's a tough man.
I have a lot of stuff that's been running through my head and I'm trying to pick and choose what should go here for now. I guess I'll just describe a little about my day (don't worry it won't be such a detail generalization as last night's description). I didn't get much sleep last night, I'm thinking about an hour and a halfish. I was going to go to sleep early last night, especially early from what I've been used to lately, but I wanted to make an entry, I guess one thing lead to another during that post and after recounting in detail the earlier bits of my day I didn't want to just cut off or severly reduce the summarization in comparison for the latter parts of my day.
Of course I didn't recite my day wholy. That would have been silly, there're are so many little things, and little snipets of dialogue that are just too intricate to convey through written script without actually being present. Not to mention I have a bad memory.
However, there are a few other little things I'd like to mention that I forgot to put in last night's post. You know, just for memory's sake. Like I'm going to read any of this again. Eh, I'm bringing more pieces of myself to you readers. Love me.
I have a feeling that Amanda and I are going to start using the phrase "so go major in biology," and many derivatives thereof, as something of an insult to one another. It all began with my asking about Jamie Roy, or "Mr. First Block," as I'm so wont to call him. That's because he was our first block teacher during out last semester of high school. Now, I'm not going to retell this in much datail, like I said earlier, but after I brought up whether she has seen him at her workplace recently or not, we moved on to his teaching us zoology. I was wondering if he actually majored in that or something, or if he just got a general biology major, or maybe he didn't study anything like that and he was just stuck in that class.
I think I wanted to hold tight to any kind of possibility that we have something in common, don't ask me why, I think it evovled out of some weird kind of classroom relationship (or lack thereof) that we had, and I just bring it up a lot as a joke between Amanda and myself. There are a few other things like that, such as (pretending?) to be utterly obsessed with Mike Patton and Henry Rollins. I'm a big fan of both of those artists, but I enjoy exaggerating my fanaticism for comic effect. That's kind of what I do in the Mr. First Block scenario, he just happens to be a guy we actually know.
Well, Amanda said she didn't like the class and then said something to the effect of "who really wanted to take that class anyways." I, of course, raised my hand. I loved that class. And I told that time to tell her again how much I enjoyed it. She said something like "you did?" and I was like yeah, don't question my love, or something. And she told me she wasn't, so I repeated what she just said using a retarded voice, "What? You really wanted to take the class. I'm not questioning you." Then we got on talking about majoring in biology, she apparently thought that would be stupid, and everything evolved from that in details that I've forgotten.
Amanda also got a big sack of cool shirts for herself for only four dollars. There were like ten brand new shirts that were pretty tight(the cool kind of tight, not physically. Actually, they may have been kind of physically tight aswell) I don't remember what was on all of them. There was one I remember with an anthropomorphic goat weaaring a blue bathrobe, holding a mug, and had a countenance petulant in appearance. Next to him was a phrase that read something like "Don't be gruff. What are atheists always so grumpy." Neither of us really understood the entire point behind the words or the symbolism, but Amanda was excited about it. I wish I could remember more details about the other shirts. There's one I remember, but it's probably the least fun one. I don't remember the text on the shirt, but there were a lot of cartoony females playing rock instruments and stuff.
There was another little thing that happened that really bummed me out yesterday. On the way back to my place I noticed that the middle school area had all the trees cut down infront of the school. Thinking about it, I believe I saw that with Weddle and Jordan the last time we were all out together weeks ago. But I must have repressed the thought for until yesterday. I don't really travel to Russell Springs very often anymore so I've not been exposed to the treelessness much, so I really don't know how long it's been like that. But it really bums me out.
I always thought those trees were beautiful and I just hate seeing a nice bit tree cut down. I hate seeing trees trimmed severly also. I remember when my grandparents were going to have some trees trimmed at our farm back in the day, I was a little scared of what was going to happen to the poor trees. I was informed that it would be okay, they were only going to "trim" a few branches off the tops of the trees. That relieved me some, ah, okay, that doesn't sound so bad, it's like a haircut. Then they were "trimmed." and I was like, what' the heck! You cut off the entire top half of the trees!
I sound like a tree huggin' hippie. I can't help that, I love nature and I hate seeing stuff so quickly disposed of that takes so long (by human standards) to come into being. It just bums me out. Nature walks and just being out under trees and enjoying the earth, I dunno, it's all just so relaxing for me. Very ecopsychological. It's also kind of zen for me. There's a wholeness, for me. that comes from immersing myself in nature. I do a lot of nice thinking and feeling out there. It's just depresses me to see such a great piece of natural art thrown away despite the purpose. I'm sure they have "good reasons." It still bums me out, though.
I'm no eco-terrorist, mind you. ( =