Gestating with all the other rats..dirty..yes...tru...ha.
I don't really know how to describe what's going on with me right now. It's kind of crazy. People say you can always be around other friends or people, and still feel alone. I don't want to get on my LJ, decide to update, and talk about all this drama or my deep feelings, because honestly I know half the people who read my journal want to read a funny story or hear something cool. If someone reads some long drawn-out entry about how I'm depressed or sad or something, it's hard to really care about it, or comment on the update at all. SO. I'm not going to sit here saying all this shyt that makes me look dramatic and like a stereotypical troubled 18 year-old. Let's just say I don't feel normal or right, and right now I feel so uneasy and just disconnected that I can't even try to put it into words, or even get somewhat of a statement/point across.
So, I'll talk about something people wouldn't actually mind reading.
Well, the other day I was in the line @ the drive-thru Farm Store place, and some random guy said he liked my music I was playing. "Thanks, sorry I'll turn it down a little I guess", I said, since I guess I was kind of blaring it. He told me it was okay and that he was enjoying the music. HIGHLY. So THENNNNN....he told me that he owns the 2nd or 3rd biggest bar/alcohol-sale-based establishment in Florida. Riiight. He told me he was Flannigan's son. Flannigan being the man who opened/owned Flannigans/Paranha Pat's. He said he was one of his 3 sons (or 4 sons I don't remember actually), and that he had so much money that all he ends up doing is giving most of it away to charities and towards scholarships or something. He told me he wanted to help me, by giving me a scholarship, money, and he claimed he knew some art head-honcho in Graceland, so he also said he'd get my foot in the door real fast if I just let him help me. OH. And he's leaving on Tuesday or Wednesday to go to Shrilanka (sp?) to help with the Tsunami-relief groups/people over there. Oh, by the way, the only reason I didn't scream "LIAR!" and run away was because he showed me his liscence when I didn't believe him, and he the name on the license said like "____ Flannigan". I don't remember his first name actually, but the picture in the license was definitely himself, and he had the last name Flannigan. ALSO, he looked almost identical to the guy on the Flannigan's signs and stuff, which is a picture of the actualy "Big Daddy", a.k.a., the dad who opened up Flannigan's originally. It was so crazy. I don't know whether or not to believe him. He seemed kinda crazy, but he offered me money before I left, and he told me to look him up sometime, and he said he hangs around the Fisherman's Warf most of the time, and if I trusted him, to see him there sometime to arrange the process of establishing my name, and getting my foot in the door to show-business. Pffft. If I believed him 100% I'd definitely meet him there, but he seemed somewhat shady. Who knows man, I could have just turned down millions of dollars and fame for now by saying/thinking that, but I highly doubt it. Anyways long update complete. If anyone actually cares about the entry, go ahead and comment. I dare you. ha.haha =)
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So, I'll talk about something people wouldn't actually mind reading.
Well, the other day I was in the line @ the drive-thru Farm Store place, and some random guy said he liked my music I was playing. "Thanks, sorry I'll turn it down a little I guess", I said, since I guess I was kind of blaring it. He told me it was okay and that he was enjoying the music. HIGHLY. So THENNNNN....he told me that he owns the 2nd or 3rd biggest bar/alcohol-sale-based establishment in Florida. Riiight. He told me he was Flannigan's son. Flannigan being the man who opened/owned Flannigans/Paranha Pat's. He said he was one of his 3 sons (or 4 sons I don't remember actually), and that he had so much money that all he ends up doing is giving most of it away to charities and towards scholarships or something. He told me he wanted to help me, by giving me a scholarship, money, and he claimed he knew some art head-honcho in Graceland, so he also said he'd get my foot in the door real fast if I just let him help me. OH. And he's leaving on Tuesday or Wednesday to go to Shrilanka (sp?) to help with the Tsunami-relief groups/people over there. Oh, by the way, the only reason I didn't scream "LIAR!" and run away was because he showed me his liscence when I didn't believe him, and he the name on the license said like "____ Flannigan". I don't remember his first name actually, but the picture in the license was definitely himself, and he had the last name Flannigan. ALSO, he looked almost identical to the guy on the Flannigan's signs and stuff, which is a picture of the actualy "Big Daddy", a.k.a., the dad who opened up Flannigan's originally. It was so crazy. I don't know whether or not to believe him. He seemed kinda crazy, but he offered me money before I left, and he told me to look him up sometime, and he said he hangs around the Fisherman's Warf most of the time, and if I trusted him, to see him there sometime to arrange the process of establishing my name, and getting my foot in the door to show-business. Pffft. If I believed him 100% I'd definitely meet him there, but he seemed somewhat shady. Who knows man, I could have just turned down millions of dollars and fame for now by saying/thinking that, but I highly doubt it. Anyways long update complete. If anyone actually cares about the entry, go ahead and comment. I dare you. ha.haha =)
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