Raise high the Roofbeams, carpenters and Seymour:
Notablitiy:
./-:In the month of November I drove precisely 444.4 miles. (Each Month i reset that little button, that states how many states I could have driven through.)
.-:/I set my alarm to precisely 21:13.
:.-/I think sometimes kids are smarter. I think they say things because they can, there's no setbacks. And this kid, said that I should be married. I told him I was just 17, and he said "So?". Another one spent the whole class saying "The grass is green, the grass is green, isn't that great?" Of course. And I've noticed the girls are usually, the more bleary eyed full of confusion ones. I think they daydream.
I want to go to New York for New Years and start New things for very New reasons. I'd like this year to be New. I lost two months and three days somehow. And I will not let that happen, next year. I will not lose a single day. And I will not wake up two months and three days later in chem class saying, no... it can't be december. That is positively the wrong date. Maybe, I will go on a date. Maybe, and only maybe. I've grown too attatched to the children, I think. I'm sad, that next session will start and I won't be with the kids who scream because they just want to play with me instead of gymnastics. They just want to climb on my back and tell me about their halloween costumes. And I miss already, the way they reach for my hand. They demand it even. I will Not continue, until you physically prove you're next to me. And I have never enjoyed more, anything than tiny dirty hands.
I argued against Creationism. And I learnt my own lesson again that if you explain things as though they are inexplicable they probably don't exist. I argued to an old man, who only prayed to ease the pain of death. He prayed for protection. How could I argue with that. He is not necessarily a saint. I don't like how he looks at my girls. But I wouldn't wish pain on him. He believes he was created at the hands of his Master. He believes each characteristic, each chromosome, each molecule, was hand chosen. He believes Adam and he believes Eve. And talking Snakes.
me too sometimes. really. I always liked snakes, but I like the mice too. That's my problem. the predator prey mentality. meat is natural for us. us modernization. If we hadn't started eating meat, we wouldn't have evolved. I don't like that. I don't want to eat it anymore. It doesn't feel right. maybe i'm ready to stop evolving. who cares if my children aren't selected for.
who cares if i'm unnatural.
Scratch all of that. Forget it all.
The only thing that irks me, for real, in the least. Is that everyone who ever once thought I was... whoever fell into some sort of fascination. You know. Those people, that I was close to. They think I'm some sort of monster now. I think, anyway. What has changed about me.? (I hate goddamn question marks. I'm only really comfortable with periods)
I used to be so much more impressive.
I should really initiate things. I should really find somebody. And not settle. I settle for no reason, I think.
./-:In the month of November I drove precisely 444.4 miles. (Each Month i reset that little button, that states how many states I could have driven through.)
.-:/I set my alarm to precisely 21:13.
:.-/I think sometimes kids are smarter. I think they say things because they can, there's no setbacks. And this kid, said that I should be married. I told him I was just 17, and he said "So?". Another one spent the whole class saying "The grass is green, the grass is green, isn't that great?" Of course. And I've noticed the girls are usually, the more bleary eyed full of confusion ones. I think they daydream.
I want to go to New York for New Years and start New things for very New reasons. I'd like this year to be New. I lost two months and three days somehow. And I will not let that happen, next year. I will not lose a single day. And I will not wake up two months and three days later in chem class saying, no... it can't be december. That is positively the wrong date. Maybe, I will go on a date. Maybe, and only maybe. I've grown too attatched to the children, I think. I'm sad, that next session will start and I won't be with the kids who scream because they just want to play with me instead of gymnastics. They just want to climb on my back and tell me about their halloween costumes. And I miss already, the way they reach for my hand. They demand it even. I will Not continue, until you physically prove you're next to me. And I have never enjoyed more, anything than tiny dirty hands.
I argued against Creationism. And I learnt my own lesson again that if you explain things as though they are inexplicable they probably don't exist. I argued to an old man, who only prayed to ease the pain of death. He prayed for protection. How could I argue with that. He is not necessarily a saint. I don't like how he looks at my girls. But I wouldn't wish pain on him. He believes he was created at the hands of his Master. He believes each characteristic, each chromosome, each molecule, was hand chosen. He believes Adam and he believes Eve. And talking Snakes.
me too sometimes. really. I always liked snakes, but I like the mice too. That's my problem. the predator prey mentality. meat is natural for us. us modernization. If we hadn't started eating meat, we wouldn't have evolved. I don't like that. I don't want to eat it anymore. It doesn't feel right. maybe i'm ready to stop evolving. who cares if my children aren't selected for.
who cares if i'm unnatural.
Scratch all of that. Forget it all.
The only thing that irks me, for real, in the least. Is that everyone who ever once thought I was... whoever fell into some sort of fascination. You know. Those people, that I was close to. They think I'm some sort of monster now. I think, anyway. What has changed about me.? (I hate goddamn question marks. I'm only really comfortable with periods)
I used to be so much more impressive.
I should really initiate things. I should really find somebody. And not settle. I settle for no reason, I think.