A Voice in the Wilderness Pt. II
"I realized earlier tonight that I've given up on a lot of things in my life. By the time I was 10 I had given up on soccer and baseball, perhaps the two defining organized recreational activities of our generation. Guitar is my fourth instrument, and is floundering in the ocean of my self conscious inability to let any of my skills impress me when compared to that of ANY OTHER HUMAN BEING EVER. I do not and never have pursued girls. I'm not Michael 'Squints' Palledorous and my Wendy Peffercorn is either going to fall into my lap or sit in her Lifeguard chair forever. I could name a dozen people who are completely non-existent in my life now, whom with a little effort in the problem resolution department on my part at the time of their respective exits would probably be the lifelong friends I now have none of. I can't even wake up for a fucking 10AM class three days a week because I don't feel like putting forth the effort for school on those particular days."
-My Journal, April 16, 2006
Over six months later and the only thing that has changed is that I now realize how fucking good that Sandlot reference is. I think that it might be time for change. Come on me. Let's grow up a little.
-My Journal, April 16, 2006
Over six months later and the only thing that has changed is that I now realize how fucking good that Sandlot reference is. I think that it might be time for change. Come on me. Let's grow up a little.