Fuck it, why not write, right? Right - Left
The question could come, though I doubt it would: What the fuck is going on Bryan?
The ever blurred line between sanity and insanity is slowly coming into focus. I feel more connected to the events around me, more cogent if you will. I'm wholly dissatisfied with my state of being yet realize I'm doing nothing to change it, and am in fact perpetuating it.
That girl I mentioned Marianne. . . nice girl just not right. No spark or something, I feel bad like it hurts her yet at the same time don't want to lead her on. Told her we're never having sex again, though I liked it. I'm working in a restaurant again, and while it isn't bad I hate how menial the whole ordeal is.
My friend Krissy called me the other day (for those not in the know, she's a good friend since high school with whom, I've been stuck in the dread "friends trap" with for ages) and well she'd been somewhat flirty as of late and mentioned that we need to hang out. . . and finally kiss. I'm a tad buzzed over that though my aspirations stray from being deemed lofty by any means.
I'm trying to widdle down my debt. I got paid and went to the mall today to take care of my cell phone bill before work. Had time to kill, a good hour, wandered. Looked at the people, grew to dislike topeka more, nondescript iconoclastic internal bitching. Ended up in Electronics Boutique. Girl working there, cute in that nerdy way that I find ever so appealing though haven't fully come to realize due in part to them being exceedingly rare. End up helping her with a customer for a second and then wandering off. Go to the arcade. People are actually gathering and watching two young adult males play ddr. The arcade is sickening, soul calibur 2 is the best game. My path invariably leads me back to EB. I'm looking through the gamecube games when an advertisement for X-men legends 2 comes on. My eyes transfixed I mutter "I am so there" to myself. The girl still working in a much less crowded store uses this to clearly spark conversation. We talk about the upcoming x-men movie, the upcoming spiderman and it then leads to a conversation on harry potter snape killing dumbeldore and T-shirt hell, her instigating all changes in conversation. I have to leave before I can get any pertinent information. It ended on a fairly positive note.
My question for any of you reading this poorly orchestrated, grammatical shamble of an attempt at autobiographical prose is this: Do I go to EB more often now in an attempt to run into her, or just leave fate where it lies?
The ever blurred line between sanity and insanity is slowly coming into focus. I feel more connected to the events around me, more cogent if you will. I'm wholly dissatisfied with my state of being yet realize I'm doing nothing to change it, and am in fact perpetuating it.
That girl I mentioned Marianne. . . nice girl just not right. No spark or something, I feel bad like it hurts her yet at the same time don't want to lead her on. Told her we're never having sex again, though I liked it. I'm working in a restaurant again, and while it isn't bad I hate how menial the whole ordeal is.
My friend Krissy called me the other day (for those not in the know, she's a good friend since high school with whom, I've been stuck in the dread "friends trap" with for ages) and well she'd been somewhat flirty as of late and mentioned that we need to hang out. . . and finally kiss. I'm a tad buzzed over that though my aspirations stray from being deemed lofty by any means.
I'm trying to widdle down my debt. I got paid and went to the mall today to take care of my cell phone bill before work. Had time to kill, a good hour, wandered. Looked at the people, grew to dislike topeka more, nondescript iconoclastic internal bitching. Ended up in Electronics Boutique. Girl working there, cute in that nerdy way that I find ever so appealing though haven't fully come to realize due in part to them being exceedingly rare. End up helping her with a customer for a second and then wandering off. Go to the arcade. People are actually gathering and watching two young adult males play ddr. The arcade is sickening, soul calibur 2 is the best game. My path invariably leads me back to EB. I'm looking through the gamecube games when an advertisement for X-men legends 2 comes on. My eyes transfixed I mutter "I am so there" to myself. The girl still working in a much less crowded store uses this to clearly spark conversation. We talk about the upcoming x-men movie, the upcoming spiderman and it then leads to a conversation on harry potter snape killing dumbeldore and T-shirt hell, her instigating all changes in conversation. I have to leave before I can get any pertinent information. It ended on a fairly positive note.
My question for any of you reading this poorly orchestrated, grammatical shamble of an attempt at autobiographical prose is this: Do I go to EB more often now in an attempt to run into her, or just leave fate where it lies?