Walk With Me
I don't think anybody reads my longer entries anymore . . . I should just write them on my computer and avoid posting them entirely.
Ben's entry struck me as interesting . . . he said he didn't feel like he was nineteen, and I thought about the fact that in 9 months or so I'll be turning eighteen. Aside from my incredible increase in sex drive and the increase in maturity over the last couple years, I don't really feel seventeen either. More than anything I've just realized that the older one gets the more responsibility is cracked down on them, which makes me wonder if maybe society is what causes us to die, and not actual ailments. Maybe society is the ailment? O.K., whatever.
Kentiya and I went to go see Harold and Kumar and then we both had an intense craving for fast food, and then hit up Burger King. I love spending time with her! It's so much driving . . . arg, but it's so worth it! . . . . . . . . . I'll get to see her on Thursday . . . then on Monday . . . I don't really know what's going to happen over the weekend, maybe she'll want to hang out.
Hey, is anybody doing anything tonight? That's what's on my mind . . . I'm gonna finish homework, but then, something better be going down.
I hate the scratch in my throat. Ow.
Ben's entry struck me as interesting . . . he said he didn't feel like he was nineteen, and I thought about the fact that in 9 months or so I'll be turning eighteen. Aside from my incredible increase in sex drive and the increase in maturity over the last couple years, I don't really feel seventeen either. More than anything I've just realized that the older one gets the more responsibility is cracked down on them, which makes me wonder if maybe society is what causes us to die, and not actual ailments. Maybe society is the ailment? O.K., whatever.
Kentiya and I went to go see Harold and Kumar and then we both had an intense craving for fast food, and then hit up Burger King. I love spending time with her! It's so much driving . . . arg, but it's so worth it! . . . . . . . . . I'll get to see her on Thursday . . . then on Monday . . . I don't really know what's going to happen over the weekend, maybe she'll want to hang out.
Hey, is anybody doing anything tonight? That's what's on my mind . . . I'm gonna finish homework, but then, something better be going down.
I hate the scratch in my throat. Ow.