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it's hard to feel productive when there's nothing to do
so i figured i'd feel important if i was typing something
like i'm writing an essay or the next great novel or something.
but instead im writing on livejournal
unable to leave my room, well able to, but not willing to do it alone, since everyone's in studying for their finals tomorrow
im hoping one of um will get that unwillingness to study and give me a call or something
but till then im just typing typing typing
typing typing typing
im random
ill pull something out of left field in a conversation
pretty much like right now when i mentioned that i am random, that was random, dur
no periods dot dot dot
i want to stop smoking those cigarettes baby
not really
but i want to cut down drastically
luckily my lack of money is allowing me to do this more easily
oh yeah and green smoke is being stopped for at least the whole of spring break
a break is needed from it, it's not the same anymore
i want to read more, like winter break,
and draw more
and listen to some new bands i happen to stumble upon,
something lovely about discovering yourself a new band that no one else knows, but whose music is completely worthy of everyone's lovin'
not to say that i don't do these thigns when i do smoke, it's just that i want to feel good...healthy...when i do them for full effect
plus a cigarette is best after you haven't had one in a long time
alot has happened since i've been back home with certain friends
i don't know if i've changed too much yet
or if they have
i hope i didn't change for the worst at least
it'll become apparent
i noticed one thing about college though.
it took me 4 years in high school to fully be happy, in senior year, i finally felt comfortable with myself and happy.
i really didn't want to go to begin with, but i had to, it was the next logical step i guess.
most marriages seem to end that way though
i get to college and it's as if im back at square one. unsure about myself once more and i could be happier. but these worries seem different than those in high school, they are still too similar for comfort.
shit i used periods.
.....
...
..
.
i fell in love with a place in my mind
( do you remember when the music meant somethin to you?)
so i figured i'd feel important if i was typing something
like i'm writing an essay or the next great novel or something.
but instead im writing on livejournal
unable to leave my room, well able to, but not willing to do it alone, since everyone's in studying for their finals tomorrow
im hoping one of um will get that unwillingness to study and give me a call or something
but till then im just typing typing typing
typing typing typing
im random
ill pull something out of left field in a conversation
pretty much like right now when i mentioned that i am random, that was random, dur
no periods dot dot dot
i want to stop smoking those cigarettes baby
not really
but i want to cut down drastically
luckily my lack of money is allowing me to do this more easily
oh yeah and green smoke is being stopped for at least the whole of spring break
a break is needed from it, it's not the same anymore
i want to read more, like winter break,
and draw more
and listen to some new bands i happen to stumble upon,
something lovely about discovering yourself a new band that no one else knows, but whose music is completely worthy of everyone's lovin'
not to say that i don't do these thigns when i do smoke, it's just that i want to feel good...healthy...when i do them for full effect
plus a cigarette is best after you haven't had one in a long time
alot has happened since i've been back home with certain friends
i don't know if i've changed too much yet
or if they have
i hope i didn't change for the worst at least
it'll become apparent
i noticed one thing about college though.
it took me 4 years in high school to fully be happy, in senior year, i finally felt comfortable with myself and happy.
i really didn't want to go to begin with, but i had to, it was the next logical step i guess.
most marriages seem to end that way though
i get to college and it's as if im back at square one. unsure about myself once more and i could be happier. but these worries seem different than those in high school, they are still too similar for comfort.
shit i used periods.
.....
...
..
.
i fell in love with a place in my mind
( do you remember when the music meant somethin to you?)