As random as it gets?

Aug 29, 2004 00:53

God talked to me today.. I was in "The Village" with britt which was really goof by the way. Anyway.. The movie is basically centered around a girl, & she is in love with this dude & some guy that likes her kills him cause hes retarded (literally). So she goes on a lil journey to find her lova some medicine in "the towns". I wont give away the movie but that part got me thinking. This girl, who happens to be blind, risked everything she had including her life for one person.. Now thats devotion. It got me thinking, what am I devoted to? For years I was on fire for god, & would do anything I thought he was telling me. Now Im like nothing. At the very most, Im doing nothing with my life. I dont even know where to go with this, because it kinda caught me off gaurd, but I seem to have no purpose anymore. I dont really think Im making anyones life even just a little bit better, or making a difference in any way. I wake up & go to work & try to act like mr contractor, then come home & sit on my butt here or go to sleep until the next day & do the same. If I dont have to work, instead of getting something done, or even doing ANYTHANG I just sit around & sleep all day. Its not lazyness, I just have no motivation which is what Im trying to change. I used to be "real". Like honest & upfront about stuff. Now I try to hide who I really am, or act like Im something different. Im just me.. My name is Kyle Ray Prettyman born 6/2/1986. Yes Im only 18, no Im not old and wise & no I dont know everything. I weigh at least 205lbs, Im 5'7" (britt swears Im shorter), I have dark blonde light brownish hair, big holes in my ears & a ring in my lip. Im a christian. I like trucks & 4wheeling & fixing things that are broken & building new things. My favorite color is red, & I dont own any nice shoes. My best friend is Brittany, my dad is an alcoholic, & my trucks dont run. I pretend to be cool, I have girl chapstick, I cry in sad movies, & Im afriad of rejection. Im lonely even tho I have lots of friends.. I want more than a friend. I live with my mom, Im in debt, I would die for a friend, Im more comfortable talking to a hot girl than I am talking to zach, I eat at hooters for the wings.. And the boobs. Music is important to me. I tried to play guitar for a while but it wasnt meant to happen. I cant sing, I sometimes lie, I look at pornography, I like to eat at taco bell. I dont have a favorite food, I like to drive with the windows down & the music waaay up, I dont think before I act sometimes. I dont drink often, or alone, I have never touched a cigarette or smoked a j, I like animals, Im jelous of various people, I worry about things that are none of my business or that wont happen. I dont know what to buy for girls, or how to act around old people. I would like to volenteer more, Ive cheated, I didnt miss any questions on my drivers license test, I dont read my bible enough, I like to watch the simpsons, something corporate is one of my favorite bands as well as yellowcard. Skillet is the best live performance Ive ever seen, I talk a lot of crap, Im not racist, this kid put red jello on my new shirt at church camp & I whooped his ass in 5th grade. I could go on & on & on.
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