drinking alone can be beneficial
I realized one thing tonight..well maybe more than one, but at least one worthy of talking about: I talk too much. I think too much. I tell to much. I am too much.
From now on, things will be stated more generaly in a less intense kind of manner.
I woke up this morning, feeling as though i was drunk, or should have been drunk the night before, when infact i was completely sober. I was so lucky as to have my current residence be in an old "nunnery" (ha) and, as the case may be, the walls are paper thin. (I'm thinking that might have something to do with the fact that nuns are supposed to "abstain" from certian behavoirs that might otherwise harm their identity...so the church saved money and decided not to insulate the walls, because the threat of invading privacy was not such an issue.) anyway, the girl next to me was blaring some music. I had one of those instances where it suddenly became part of my dream. I was writing songs left and right...and they were amazing (in the dream of course). When I woke up I was slightly upset to find out that i had not written any meaningful, beat-nasty songs! eh, what can you do. I wish I could atleast remember the lyrics or something. I always think that kind of stuff is a sign...the things that are really supposed to come out of you while you are awake and/or sober, but can't find their way over the wall. dreams are tricky.
what is going to come of this world when every single screen name is (inevitably) used up! Think about it. When you register for something new online, you always have a name ready so you can stake your identity for whatever it is you are registering for...then it always ends up being taken...so you do another...and another...and another. till finally, after racking your mind for something that seems partically fitting, you find one that isn't taken, and it becomes the new "you" to the online world. I once imed someone that i thought was my brother because his name was "cschlafer"...that was on AOL. it turns out that was his name on MSN. i've never known another schalfer in my life....interesting.
It was a boring Saturday night, which should be obvious since i am spending my time creating yet another on-line journal that i, perhaps, will forget about a few weeks or months down the line. I did ,however, spend the night in good company before (and after) drinking myself into a bit of a light-hearted, truthful mood....just for the record i would like to mention the fact that there is always time to quit smoking, even after you've coined yourself an anti-smoker. I don't call it hypocritical...just a lack of willpower. I hope there is a difference.
I can't find my pulse on my wrist. That is one thing I never learned in first aide in high school. come to think of it, we didn't have first aide in high school.
From now on, things will be stated more generaly in a less intense kind of manner.
I woke up this morning, feeling as though i was drunk, or should have been drunk the night before, when infact i was completely sober. I was so lucky as to have my current residence be in an old "nunnery" (ha) and, as the case may be, the walls are paper thin. (I'm thinking that might have something to do with the fact that nuns are supposed to "abstain" from certian behavoirs that might otherwise harm their identity...so the church saved money and decided not to insulate the walls, because the threat of invading privacy was not such an issue.) anyway, the girl next to me was blaring some music. I had one of those instances where it suddenly became part of my dream. I was writing songs left and right...and they were amazing (in the dream of course). When I woke up I was slightly upset to find out that i had not written any meaningful, beat-nasty songs! eh, what can you do. I wish I could atleast remember the lyrics or something. I always think that kind of stuff is a sign...the things that are really supposed to come out of you while you are awake and/or sober, but can't find their way over the wall. dreams are tricky.
what is going to come of this world when every single screen name is (inevitably) used up! Think about it. When you register for something new online, you always have a name ready so you can stake your identity for whatever it is you are registering for...then it always ends up being taken...so you do another...and another...and another. till finally, after racking your mind for something that seems partically fitting, you find one that isn't taken, and it becomes the new "you" to the online world. I once imed someone that i thought was my brother because his name was "cschlafer"...that was on AOL. it turns out that was his name on MSN. i've never known another schalfer in my life....interesting.
It was a boring Saturday night, which should be obvious since i am spending my time creating yet another on-line journal that i, perhaps, will forget about a few weeks or months down the line. I did ,however, spend the night in good company before (and after) drinking myself into a bit of a light-hearted, truthful mood....just for the record i would like to mention the fact that there is always time to quit smoking, even after you've coined yourself an anti-smoker. I don't call it hypocritical...just a lack of willpower. I hope there is a difference.
I can't find my pulse on my wrist. That is one thing I never learned in first aide in high school. come to think of it, we didn't have first aide in high school.