Flying Ridge
i dont think anyone understands anyone else. i mean, if we did, wouldn't we all hate each other because we're less like each other than we thought? i dont mean to speak generally here, but come on, why does everything have to blown up so hugely? im not excluding myself, i mean, i know i do, but everyone else does too. its kinda human nature in a way. but why? this weekend was so... i dont even have a word for it, because it was one night, fun, next night, miserable, and then happy again. i really cant understand it, i've really been thrown around in subconscious madness with everything. im not saying my life is a living hell, im not saying im morbidly depressed, and im not saying i'm disgustingly happy, im just really really weird. im going crazy in a sense where my mind wanders everywhere and i dont know where to follow it. its not my job, not my friends, not my school or anything its just me. maybe this happens when youre 16. firday night i went to see incredibles and then i went to drews to have the acclaimed talk with him and amanda. i cant say anything about it really except that it was mildly accomplishing. um.. saturday i kinda just sat around and went to work til 11 at night. woohoo. fun. not too bad. oh homecoming. still glad i didnt go. didnt really care perosnally, but im sympathtic to anyone that did go and didnt really have fun. my thoughts go out to you. i guess thats all i have to say really. just got done watching scissorhands, ed wood, beetlejuice, dr. strangelove, barry lyndon, casablanca, and requiem for a dream. not too bad eh? talk to you all later, galileo.