Right... I'm back.... kinda sorta for right now.
I am Vindicated
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
Right.
So I didn't get the job with Coastal Forest Products... bleh. I sent the guy an email, he said I conducted myself well during the interview, the reason I didn't get it was because he determined I would be "totally bored at the position"
Which means I came off as too much of an intellectual.
Fucking glasses. Oh well.
I have another with CompUSA tomorrow, wish me luck, mutha' fuckers.
So... Dr. Andrus has been a great help to me, the man can read me like a book.
It's fuckin' scary.
Been visiting the old friends in Lexington also... hung with Adam at MIT earlier this evening. He's doing really well, working with a professor over the summer on some research.
Last week I hung with Alex, went to Harvard Square to eat with him. We talked about a lot of things, it was good to catch up.
Before my appointment I stopped by my old street and visited the lady who was across the street from me, Mrs. (Merilee) Levins. She was a godsend during my parents' divorce ~_~ Doesn't look a day older than when I left 9 years back, her 4 year old grand-daughter... crap, I forget her name... was there. I had a long talk with her... about college and where I am in my life right now, and how there's no need to rush getting back to school, or any of that.
Got to see Laura and Jim again (friends that lived next to me) for the first time in... 9 fucking years. Laura just graduated from high school, and Jim just finished his 3rd year at college... all I gotta say is... Laura grew up. And filled out O.o. This is the girl who's in a photo of her and myself biting opposite ends of the same apple (I can't believe my dad fucking kept that photo), and who, every weekend without fail, I could probably be found hanging around with in one way or another. Jim's not the asshole I remember him to be either, but he was 12 the last I knew him. Either way, they were both glad to see me after 9 years of not hearing a word from me. Sometimes I really wonder how much would have been different in my life if I'd stayed there.
Still, things are clearer to me now than they've been in a long, long time.
Heh.
Don't die.
-Junger
I am selfish
I am wrong
I am right
I swear I'm right
I swear I knew it all along
And I am flawed
But I am cleaning up so well
I am seeing in me now the things you swore you saw yourself
Right.
So I didn't get the job with Coastal Forest Products... bleh. I sent the guy an email, he said I conducted myself well during the interview, the reason I didn't get it was because he determined I would be "totally bored at the position"
Which means I came off as too much of an intellectual.
Fucking glasses. Oh well.
I have another with CompUSA tomorrow, wish me luck, mutha' fuckers.
So... Dr. Andrus has been a great help to me, the man can read me like a book.
It's fuckin' scary.
Been visiting the old friends in Lexington also... hung with Adam at MIT earlier this evening. He's doing really well, working with a professor over the summer on some research.
Last week I hung with Alex, went to Harvard Square to eat with him. We talked about a lot of things, it was good to catch up.
Before my appointment I stopped by my old street and visited the lady who was across the street from me, Mrs. (Merilee) Levins. She was a godsend during my parents' divorce ~_~ Doesn't look a day older than when I left 9 years back, her 4 year old grand-daughter... crap, I forget her name... was there. I had a long talk with her... about college and where I am in my life right now, and how there's no need to rush getting back to school, or any of that.
Got to see Laura and Jim again (friends that lived next to me) for the first time in... 9 fucking years. Laura just graduated from high school, and Jim just finished his 3rd year at college... all I gotta say is... Laura grew up. And filled out O.o. This is the girl who's in a photo of her and myself biting opposite ends of the same apple (I can't believe my dad fucking kept that photo), and who, every weekend without fail, I could probably be found hanging around with in one way or another. Jim's not the asshole I remember him to be either, but he was 12 the last I knew him. Either way, they were both glad to see me after 9 years of not hearing a word from me. Sometimes I really wonder how much would have been different in my life if I'd stayed there.
Still, things are clearer to me now than they've been in a long, long time.
Heh.
Don't die.
-Junger