my name is chris campbell and i am a recovering straight edger. X 2 the Xtreme
2 hot for livejournal. 2 X for Vin Deisel. Where do i belong???
I like trains. Especially the ones of thought. Whenever i slip into a train of thought and someone talks to me it puts me in a horrible mood. That's why being a lifeguard is such a good job. Who the fuck talks to a lifeguard? He/she is free to just sit there and stair into space and let this/her mind wander into the depths of his/her imagination. I can picture the Milton Academy girls naked or i can imagine how cool it would be to be able to do that crazy diving off the high dive.
But the second someone interrupts me i want to stab that person. I swear. I can't handle distractions like the normal individual. One distraction and i forget half of what i was thinking about like it was some kind of dream, and it's pathetic i guess because that derailed train spawns from SMALL TALK. Fuck small talk. But i get so angry at distractions that i'm surprised i haven't beaten the living shit out of anybody yet.
In the end these thoughts don't really mean much though. They can be put to good use if focus were palpable but it's not. Especially with that Milton Academy swim team. But whatever i think doesn't really matter because i know that i don't really know the truth of anything. I know that i know very little and what i know is practically useless and could very well be false logic.
I don't know so much that i don't even know that i think i know very little, or that i really don't know the truth. Maybe i do know the truth. But i guess that it doesn't fucking matter! Especially with that MILTON ACADEMY GIRLS DIVE TEAM making their little splashes and the old folk and their backwards swimming. Hell, i can hardly swim. Why the hell am i a lifeguard? I admit, i did so little during the lifeguard course (you gotta remember that i worked at the Y) that i even failed the lifeguard test and had to retake it as an open book in order to pass.
The only things i actually know are spinal rescue and CPR. As for rescuing a drowning victim. Fuck that. I'll handle it after they get out of the water. I can't believe i don't like water. I'm turning into some kind of grownup. This is horrible. I'm going to go for a long swim. Or a long walk in the rain. Where's your ambiguously serious introspective entry? :)
I like trains. Especially the ones of thought. Whenever i slip into a train of thought and someone talks to me it puts me in a horrible mood. That's why being a lifeguard is such a good job. Who the fuck talks to a lifeguard? He/she is free to just sit there and stair into space and let this/her mind wander into the depths of his/her imagination. I can picture the Milton Academy girls naked or i can imagine how cool it would be to be able to do that crazy diving off the high dive.
But the second someone interrupts me i want to stab that person. I swear. I can't handle distractions like the normal individual. One distraction and i forget half of what i was thinking about like it was some kind of dream, and it's pathetic i guess because that derailed train spawns from SMALL TALK. Fuck small talk. But i get so angry at distractions that i'm surprised i haven't beaten the living shit out of anybody yet.
In the end these thoughts don't really mean much though. They can be put to good use if focus were palpable but it's not. Especially with that Milton Academy swim team. But whatever i think doesn't really matter because i know that i don't really know the truth of anything. I know that i know very little and what i know is practically useless and could very well be false logic.
I don't know so much that i don't even know that i think i know very little, or that i really don't know the truth. Maybe i do know the truth. But i guess that it doesn't fucking matter! Especially with that MILTON ACADEMY GIRLS DIVE TEAM making their little splashes and the old folk and their backwards swimming. Hell, i can hardly swim. Why the hell am i a lifeguard? I admit, i did so little during the lifeguard course (you gotta remember that i worked at the Y) that i even failed the lifeguard test and had to retake it as an open book in order to pass.
The only things i actually know are spinal rescue and CPR. As for rescuing a drowning victim. Fuck that. I'll handle it after they get out of the water. I can't believe i don't like water. I'm turning into some kind of grownup. This is horrible. I'm going to go for a long swim. Or a long walk in the rain. Where's your ambiguously serious introspective entry? :)