"Sell out, with me oh yeah, sell out with me tonight..."
I feel as if I've sold out on Livejournal... I'm a myspace whore, and I've lost my roots... it's sad. I've posted over 30 posts in my myspace blog since december, and I haven't posted here in 4 weeks! I guess it's just the same, I don't really have anything interesting to say, just my typical complaints and vents about the lonely times and frankly I know it bores more people than a regular entry. Oh Well I guess...
I'm just in one of those Nostalgic moods I suppose. My last entry if you didn't read the comments, was commented by a mister Mike Phipps. So good to hear from him again. I'm burning the self-titled NFG cd right now, you never really sit back and think during high school, how easy things are. Jimmy's days, and slurpee runs. Parties that led to Rock Rimmon instead of me streaking around like a fucking retard. When a taped marble could bring more happiness than I see in weeks now-a-days. Whatever happened to movie nights? Goodburger, and Howard the Duck. Getting Lyndsy Kleeman to watch porn, or pretending that me and mike are bud and doyle from biodome, and running head first into an X-Terra because "I'm a Sherman Tank!!!"... Oh Shibby...
Me and Mike were FAR from kings of the school, but we were so demented that we had our own world, and we were kings of that. Mrs. D let us go as we pleased. Mr. Johnson let us do as we pleased, and somehow we were sly enough to get away with what we wanted with certain other teachers, like Sabean, we had our own logic. Only me and mike could talk without saying other than shibby, dude, and uh... and completely understand each other.
I remember there was this night that he was sleeping over, and I tried doing this magic trick on him. One where you read someone's mind. It's a trick and of course you really arent reading someones mind, but one of the questions I asked him was to write down his favorite movie. after realizing that i knew that without the trick, i told him 'don't write down tommy boy, write down something else" then i realized the next he was going to write down. so i said the same thing for that movie. I realized the next 10 movies he was about to write down. Then with the next subject i told him to write down a number between 1 and a million. I got the first 5 or 6 right on that too... how fucking weird is that? To once have a connection so close that you could totally understand and predict that person to a T without words, that's a bond, a close bond. Me and him lost that senior year, I worked too much to be the wrestling groupie anymore, and well we didnt have 7 out of 8 classes together anymore, we only had homeroom and lunch, 3 days a week. Knowing a connection like that is possible and not being able to find that in anyone, even a connection close to that, its painful, really it is.
Senior year ruined everything for me. Soprmore year and junior years were the best years of my life, and although I hope for things to be good in the future, sometimes I fear that those years were the crest on my timeline. It's depressing...
Adam
I'm just in one of those Nostalgic moods I suppose. My last entry if you didn't read the comments, was commented by a mister Mike Phipps. So good to hear from him again. I'm burning the self-titled NFG cd right now, you never really sit back and think during high school, how easy things are. Jimmy's days, and slurpee runs. Parties that led to Rock Rimmon instead of me streaking around like a fucking retard. When a taped marble could bring more happiness than I see in weeks now-a-days. Whatever happened to movie nights? Goodburger, and Howard the Duck. Getting Lyndsy Kleeman to watch porn, or pretending that me and mike are bud and doyle from biodome, and running head first into an X-Terra because "I'm a Sherman Tank!!!"... Oh Shibby...
Me and Mike were FAR from kings of the school, but we were so demented that we had our own world, and we were kings of that. Mrs. D let us go as we pleased. Mr. Johnson let us do as we pleased, and somehow we were sly enough to get away with what we wanted with certain other teachers, like Sabean, we had our own logic. Only me and mike could talk without saying other than shibby, dude, and uh... and completely understand each other.
I remember there was this night that he was sleeping over, and I tried doing this magic trick on him. One where you read someone's mind. It's a trick and of course you really arent reading someones mind, but one of the questions I asked him was to write down his favorite movie. after realizing that i knew that without the trick, i told him 'don't write down tommy boy, write down something else" then i realized the next he was going to write down. so i said the same thing for that movie. I realized the next 10 movies he was about to write down. Then with the next subject i told him to write down a number between 1 and a million. I got the first 5 or 6 right on that too... how fucking weird is that? To once have a connection so close that you could totally understand and predict that person to a T without words, that's a bond, a close bond. Me and him lost that senior year, I worked too much to be the wrestling groupie anymore, and well we didnt have 7 out of 8 classes together anymore, we only had homeroom and lunch, 3 days a week. Knowing a connection like that is possible and not being able to find that in anyone, even a connection close to that, its painful, really it is.
Senior year ruined everything for me. Soprmore year and junior years were the best years of my life, and although I hope for things to be good in the future, sometimes I fear that those years were the crest on my timeline. It's depressing...
Adam