Long needed update.
I have no idea who even reads this journal anymore. Maybe nobody except me.
But one thing keeps drawing me back here. An outlet for my fingers when i'm emo.
Life, has changed, dramaticly since i moved from Grand Junction. This summer was probably the greatest time of my life. Putting green and black in my lungs with my two best friends on the planet, nearly every day. The comfort i got from having Tyler and Chris around was something I didn't appreciate enough. If i was emo, chris was there to be emo with me. If i felt like longboarding, chris was there to longboard with me. If i just felt like talking and smoking after a bad day, Tyler would always be there. If i felt like smoking and eating taco bell, Chris and Tyler would join me in a heartbeat.
Of course, all good things have to come to an end. College rolled around, making friends was never a problem, i have plenty of friends to comfort me in bad times. I -always- have smoke buddies. Luckily my roomate is one of the coolest people i've met so far. He has a group of a friends that i am almost part of.
Last night, after a lot of drinking and smoking. I had 2 conversations with them, and they all said that i was like one of them now, and the classic "I love you bro!" while we were all drunk.
I got back home today, looked into my room, to see it in shambles. Nobody home, hung-over,generally felt shitty after all i had put my body through.
gah. Fuck this post. If you really care. Come ask me.
But one thing keeps drawing me back here. An outlet for my fingers when i'm emo.
Life, has changed, dramaticly since i moved from Grand Junction. This summer was probably the greatest time of my life. Putting green and black in my lungs with my two best friends on the planet, nearly every day. The comfort i got from having Tyler and Chris around was something I didn't appreciate enough. If i was emo, chris was there to be emo with me. If i felt like longboarding, chris was there to longboard with me. If i just felt like talking and smoking after a bad day, Tyler would always be there. If i felt like smoking and eating taco bell, Chris and Tyler would join me in a heartbeat.
Of course, all good things have to come to an end. College rolled around, making friends was never a problem, i have plenty of friends to comfort me in bad times. I -always- have smoke buddies. Luckily my roomate is one of the coolest people i've met so far. He has a group of a friends that i am almost part of.
Last night, after a lot of drinking and smoking. I had 2 conversations with them, and they all said that i was like one of them now, and the classic "I love you bro!" while we were all drunk.
I got back home today, looked into my room, to see it in shambles. Nobody home, hung-over,generally felt shitty after all i had put my body through.
gah. Fuck this post. If you really care. Come ask me.