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good party for veterans day, and good lazy with the guys following the party (only becuz i couldnt go home till seven at night the next day....damn me for not bringing my own key..lol)...multiple jello shots and beers and dancing, like i said good party.
but on a less important note(maybe not really, but lets just say so)-
i dont think ive ever in my life spent so many days in a row concerned in one way or another? particular people and events mainly, which obviously i dont talk about, could that be part of my concern? im not sure. i just like to question myself in livejournal a lot, it makes me think things in a more linear line, and more functionally for that matter. maybe it doesnt solve anything, but reflection in its own is important. possibly i reflect too much though, because essentially concern is a form of reflection. i wonder if concern is even the right word for it, it seems far too selfish to be a concern. maybe i should just snap myself outta thinking for once. then again thats what a party is for. and then then again sometimes its the parties that cause a good amount of concerns. but i dont think its the right time to give that up, maybe when im older and to switch to however the grownups party.
"if you think youre bullet proof youre right, becuz youve weathered all my slings and arrows well, if you think im paranoid fine, becuz i have evidence on my side,if you wanna come over tonight thats fine becuz i have no friends please be kinda dont drop the rock on me, how many blows to the belly will this thing take that we refer to as out true love, we both know its and its been dying, for sometime we refused to let it go, please be kind dont drop the rock on me, dont go outside and discover that you like being free, becuz if you did youd be dropping the rock on me" - i had to type the song that was playing, because i thought it was appropriate. you can decide for youself.
i dont kno whwy i have this, i really never know what to write, maybe i should turn it into somesort of chapter reading for a book, like dannys advice chapters. but that seems like a lot of work, and i cant imagine how entertaining my bok would be. i tried once to write one about my friends, it really was just a few excepts on a few people, which i was going to follow up with a story....dont worry i cant be more entertaing in my writing than i am now.....and more grammatical ;). you might not believe, but its one of those has to be seen things. i remember when i used ot use it for poems. i wonder what happend to that.
i wonder why i cant stop rambling. for that im very sorry, and will take this opportunity to end this before it goes to even further and more random places.
good party for veterans day, and good lazy with the guys following the party (only becuz i couldnt go home till seven at night the next day....damn me for not bringing my own key..lol)...multiple jello shots and beers and dancing, like i said good party.
but on a less important note(maybe not really, but lets just say so)-
i dont think ive ever in my life spent so many days in a row concerned in one way or another? particular people and events mainly, which obviously i dont talk about, could that be part of my concern? im not sure. i just like to question myself in livejournal a lot, it makes me think things in a more linear line, and more functionally for that matter. maybe it doesnt solve anything, but reflection in its own is important. possibly i reflect too much though, because essentially concern is a form of reflection. i wonder if concern is even the right word for it, it seems far too selfish to be a concern. maybe i should just snap myself outta thinking for once. then again thats what a party is for. and then then again sometimes its the parties that cause a good amount of concerns. but i dont think its the right time to give that up, maybe when im older and to switch to however the grownups party.
"if you think youre bullet proof youre right, becuz youve weathered all my slings and arrows well, if you think im paranoid fine, becuz i have evidence on my side,if you wanna come over tonight thats fine becuz i have no friends please be kinda dont drop the rock on me, how many blows to the belly will this thing take that we refer to as out true love, we both know its and its been dying, for sometime we refused to let it go, please be kind dont drop the rock on me, dont go outside and discover that you like being free, becuz if you did youd be dropping the rock on me" - i had to type the song that was playing, because i thought it was appropriate. you can decide for youself.
i dont kno whwy i have this, i really never know what to write, maybe i should turn it into somesort of chapter reading for a book, like dannys advice chapters. but that seems like a lot of work, and i cant imagine how entertaining my bok would be. i tried once to write one about my friends, it really was just a few excepts on a few people, which i was going to follow up with a story....dont worry i cant be more entertaing in my writing than i am now.....and more grammatical ;). you might not believe, but its one of those has to be seen things. i remember when i used ot use it for poems. i wonder what happend to that.
i wonder why i cant stop rambling. for that im very sorry, and will take this opportunity to end this before it goes to even further and more random places.