mind on over drive
Hello,
let me do a run through. I hung out at 44 with crystal and mindy and jacqueline and boy lauren and girl lauren. I sat and talked with Ryan a bunch, which was great. He's a good, smart kid. I visited the kids at 71, more specifically, DJ. i heard he was in a rough spot. I ran into a bunch of people which was great. I miss the punk house. I then ditched the Robert Blake show (i'm an ass) to go to Broadway Joe's with Jesslyn, and that was amazing. We just hashed it out. I was drunk, yeah. I crashed at 44 and spent all day today talking and laughing, and sorting through clothing and there was the buffy movie watching, and I loved it.
I then get home and am invited to coffee, to then be promptly ditched with the excuse that my phone wouldn't ring or pick up, which is great and fantastic because my father, my stalker and rachel could all reach me, and did (except stalker, i dont answer the phone. get a fuckin clue.). So i was really upset, and I left a teary message for Megan - which sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm fine, i'm ok. I just havent been in the greatest of places and to have your good friends, who lately have been treating you mediocre, then just ditch, it really kicked my ass emotionally. I miss you so much, because i can come to you with the thoughts in my head, and I'm afraid to express them otherwise. I know others who read this might feel bad about that, but really, its a me and not you thing.
BUT i instead took myself out for coffee and worked out a heirarchy of religious experience and a few arguments about religion, physiology and fate in reference to contradictions and time. It's amazing how much modern accepted theories are merely that - theories. So much is based upon assumptions as our building blocks, and its interesting to disect them.
I'm going to st. lawrence tomorrow to pick up my little timmy jimmy, and then i'll be home, work all week (sorta), and there's an appreciation banquet which'll be interesting. I hate awards and things like that. they make me blush, and I know I deserve some credit, but i'm also very nervous....
so yeah... I'm not in the best of sorts, but im definitely not in the worst. Today, at crystals, was a huge shout out to my old stoop sitting on jake and claire's porch and just enjoying the summer.
I also have this insatiable need to call professor sugarman (who i KNOW is up) and just get these theories out of my head and into someone else's so i can hear reactions and add them into what im thinking. I wrote aletter to my father to read while I'm gone so that I could talk with him about it when i get back. I know summer vacation justbegan, but dear god... i need a vacation.
i love you all.
Shea
let me do a run through. I hung out at 44 with crystal and mindy and jacqueline and boy lauren and girl lauren. I sat and talked with Ryan a bunch, which was great. He's a good, smart kid. I visited the kids at 71, more specifically, DJ. i heard he was in a rough spot. I ran into a bunch of people which was great. I miss the punk house. I then ditched the Robert Blake show (i'm an ass) to go to Broadway Joe's with Jesslyn, and that was amazing. We just hashed it out. I was drunk, yeah. I crashed at 44 and spent all day today talking and laughing, and sorting through clothing and there was the buffy movie watching, and I loved it.
I then get home and am invited to coffee, to then be promptly ditched with the excuse that my phone wouldn't ring or pick up, which is great and fantastic because my father, my stalker and rachel could all reach me, and did (except stalker, i dont answer the phone. get a fuckin clue.). So i was really upset, and I left a teary message for Megan - which sweetie, I'm sorry. I'm fine, i'm ok. I just havent been in the greatest of places and to have your good friends, who lately have been treating you mediocre, then just ditch, it really kicked my ass emotionally. I miss you so much, because i can come to you with the thoughts in my head, and I'm afraid to express them otherwise. I know others who read this might feel bad about that, but really, its a me and not you thing.
BUT i instead took myself out for coffee and worked out a heirarchy of religious experience and a few arguments about religion, physiology and fate in reference to contradictions and time. It's amazing how much modern accepted theories are merely that - theories. So much is based upon assumptions as our building blocks, and its interesting to disect them.
I'm going to st. lawrence tomorrow to pick up my little timmy jimmy, and then i'll be home, work all week (sorta), and there's an appreciation banquet which'll be interesting. I hate awards and things like that. they make me blush, and I know I deserve some credit, but i'm also very nervous....
so yeah... I'm not in the best of sorts, but im definitely not in the worst. Today, at crystals, was a huge shout out to my old stoop sitting on jake and claire's porch and just enjoying the summer.
I also have this insatiable need to call professor sugarman (who i KNOW is up) and just get these theories out of my head and into someone else's so i can hear reactions and add them into what im thinking. I wrote aletter to my father to read while I'm gone so that I could talk with him about it when i get back. I know summer vacation justbegan, but dear god... i need a vacation.
i love you all.
Shea