Nov 16, 2004 02:12
Damn, It's so hard to sleep sometimes.
I just lay in bed thinking about all of these strange thoughts that flow through my mind, none of them good.
I'm having a hard time figuring everything out.
I went to go to sleep at twelve so I could wake up at eight thirty and rewrite some papers before ten.
Now it's two in the morning and I feel like Im wrighting a swan song right here.
All I need in life is freinds to hug, beer to drink and a girl to love.
Why is it that all of thse things are so hard to come by.
I feel like I miss my family, but im not sure what it is that i'm missing.
It's as if there is some intangable force that everyone understands that goes right by me.
I want to call somewhere home.
I want to drive into the sunset in an 85 Chevy Nova.
I want to play ultamite frisbee.
I'm probably the most patient guy I know.
But when am I going to get what Im waiting for?
Enough of the lamenting.
Im coming home on Fridy night, and since no one up here has livejournal, I'll probably see everyone who will read this very soon!
Harry