Release
Well, once again I am pleagued at the wee hours of the morning. It's 5:38am, I can feel my eyes growing bags, call me vain but I think they are quite ugly and have no wish to obtain them. But they are a side affect of insomnia. Why is it at times like these my brain works the best, the quickest, the most profound. But when it comes to putting all these thoughts to use, and telling someone I am at a loss for words. I feel like I am regressing, yet being aware of this doesn't that make me eligable to stop it. Kind of like if some one knew the future, the could prevent it, although I think that is a very bad example cause time is a very fickle thing, and never ending. If I were to go back, it was probably suppose to happen, although that is only basing that there is one dimension, the one we are in now. But if we go by the string theroy then time becomes finite. So many theories to wrap ones mind around, so little time to explore them. They all sound so good, so right, so true, it make forming an opinion very difficult.
I'm sitting here now, watching my mom work, and I find somthing silly. How she can sound so nice, but looking at her, her gestures aren't. People ask to talk to her superviser to give them good opinions on her, and here she is when they hang up cursing them. It's silly. The looks I get from her, of annoyance. The hand motions of talking to much and retardation. Yes mother I do understand these people are retarded, rich and extremely attention craved. It's really gotta suck playing everyone's best friend, yet wanting them to get off the phone so bad.
Well, I am getting off for now, not as long as before, nothing really to post on, nothing intersting that is. I am planning a trip to milton here very soon, soon as dad's car gets fixed. Oh, and i unfortunately applied to work at walmart today.....I don't wanna work there, I need to call the temp angency, but living in this house, making a phone call that is suppose to be professional is damn near imposisble. With all the noise and what not. Well that's all folks
_TGP
I'm sitting here now, watching my mom work, and I find somthing silly. How she can sound so nice, but looking at her, her gestures aren't. People ask to talk to her superviser to give them good opinions on her, and here she is when they hang up cursing them. It's silly. The looks I get from her, of annoyance. The hand motions of talking to much and retardation. Yes mother I do understand these people are retarded, rich and extremely attention craved. It's really gotta suck playing everyone's best friend, yet wanting them to get off the phone so bad.
Well, I am getting off for now, not as long as before, nothing really to post on, nothing intersting that is. I am planning a trip to milton here very soon, soon as dad's car gets fixed. Oh, and i unfortunately applied to work at walmart today.....I don't wanna work there, I need to call the temp angency, but living in this house, making a phone call that is suppose to be professional is damn near imposisble. With all the noise and what not. Well that's all folks
_TGP