bah dah da dah
ever get a carpenter's song stuck in your head?
just me. ok.
ok journal, it is just me and you. i'm freaking out because i can't seem to get a job.
i read somewhere that your brain stops developing (reaches its full maturity) at age 25. i'm 25 and i think that just might be true. i'm a someone now. not that self-esteem bullshit, but rather i don't feel like such a malleable creature anymore - like during my teens and early twenties. It seems that every so often i would look back on a time frame of my life; which i name - i'm one of the only people i know that does this, but i've managed to name nearly all incarnations of my personality - i.e. punk dennis, raver dennis, receding hairline dennis, golfer dennis, new debate coach dennis, bitter d, heavy d, skinny d_lux, this list goes on...why there is even a 'future dennis' who often has bouts over money and ethics with whomever the present incarnation of dennis is around. Well, these people are so different, at times political, drug-addled, mean, sensitive, horny and so on,it feels like they are one now. Not that i'm at peace with anything or that i can even justify how i acted or do act, but i feel like i've merged, for all of the good and bad, i think that this is the me i'm going to deal with from here on in. And i'm pretty ok with that. I'm a lot funnier than say...you are, for instance. I've got my serious drawbacks, but for me they've become cosmetic changes i can cope with through either effort or acceptance.
holy shit, the sesame street theme song just came on my jukebox...wack. i know (most) all the words to this tune:
"...everythings a-ok, friendly neighbors something where we meet. can you tell me how to get, how to get to sesame street."
i'm tired. tonite we go out for tommy's birthday. the piston's are on the verge of winning their 3rd game of the east coast finals. they can't beat the lakers. that is how i feel right now. i feel like i'm coming up on a breakthrough that sits in front of inevitable disappointment. but fuck man, if i don't win tonite, i can't have that disappointment in two weeks.
"Second Place! That's just a fancy word for loser." -Bender, Futurama.
just me. ok.
ok journal, it is just me and you. i'm freaking out because i can't seem to get a job.
i read somewhere that your brain stops developing (reaches its full maturity) at age 25. i'm 25 and i think that just might be true. i'm a someone now. not that self-esteem bullshit, but rather i don't feel like such a malleable creature anymore - like during my teens and early twenties. It seems that every so often i would look back on a time frame of my life; which i name - i'm one of the only people i know that does this, but i've managed to name nearly all incarnations of my personality - i.e. punk dennis, raver dennis, receding hairline dennis, golfer dennis, new debate coach dennis, bitter d, heavy d, skinny d_lux, this list goes on...why there is even a 'future dennis' who often has bouts over money and ethics with whomever the present incarnation of dennis is around. Well, these people are so different, at times political, drug-addled, mean, sensitive, horny and so on,it feels like they are one now. Not that i'm at peace with anything or that i can even justify how i acted or do act, but i feel like i've merged, for all of the good and bad, i think that this is the me i'm going to deal with from here on in. And i'm pretty ok with that. I'm a lot funnier than say...you are, for instance. I've got my serious drawbacks, but for me they've become cosmetic changes i can cope with through either effort or acceptance.
holy shit, the sesame street theme song just came on my jukebox...wack. i know (most) all the words to this tune:
"...everythings a-ok, friendly neighbors something where we meet. can you tell me how to get, how to get to sesame street."
i'm tired. tonite we go out for tommy's birthday. the piston's are on the verge of winning their 3rd game of the east coast finals. they can't beat the lakers. that is how i feel right now. i feel like i'm coming up on a breakthrough that sits in front of inevitable disappointment. but fuck man, if i don't win tonite, i can't have that disappointment in two weeks.
"Second Place! That's just a fancy word for loser." -Bender, Futurama.