It's been a while, my friends...
I miss school.
I miss deadlines.
I miss homework and group projects.
Whatever shall I do?
I think, perhaps, that I will continue with my plans to open up a venue in which you just destroy stuff.
We'll throw dishes at the wall, attack toilets with sledgehammers, write on everything--including each other, but no including puppies (which we won't be destroying... the verdict is still out on small children).
One will pay a small fee for general admission, and maybe a bit per item destroyed. Maybe we can even have guns (ok, now I know i'm dreaming).
Any-who.
I wish I could say life has been static since we last spoke.
I can't.
But isn't it boring when everything stays the same? I thought you'd see it my way.
Why can't I write in paragraph form?
I still hate capitalization, but I use it anyway... I'm conforming again. Darn.
So. Changes... I think that was supposed to be the theme of this entry... But, I guess the theme changed. Does that mean I should re-frame my ideas? No. But what does it mean? Does it mean I think too much? Almost always.
Duh.
The summer of 2001 was one of my favorites (aside from Mr.Philip passing away--that was sad).
But I digress... the summer of 2001 was fantastic. Sleeping on water towers, shooting bears, getting lost in the woods, mail runs in the Sebring convertible, In-n-out french fries, hunting for Jake... Oh man, good times.
Summer of 2002 will always be my favorite... After one of the hardest years of my life, it was great to have a "grown-up" job while continuing to go out and be crazy with my friends. I miss my Nissan Quest... She was fantastic.
Ok... I'm just postponing the inevitable...
Life today.
I mean. It's not that I don't want to talk about it... I just don't wanna talk about it. Know what I mean, Jelly Bean?
I think that about sums it up.
I'm never good at talking about things until after the fact.
So, I guess this is goodbye?
I miss deadlines.
I miss homework and group projects.
Whatever shall I do?
I think, perhaps, that I will continue with my plans to open up a venue in which you just destroy stuff.
We'll throw dishes at the wall, attack toilets with sledgehammers, write on everything--including each other, but no including puppies (which we won't be destroying... the verdict is still out on small children).
One will pay a small fee for general admission, and maybe a bit per item destroyed. Maybe we can even have guns (ok, now I know i'm dreaming).
Any-who.
I wish I could say life has been static since we last spoke.
I can't.
But isn't it boring when everything stays the same? I thought you'd see it my way.
Why can't I write in paragraph form?
I still hate capitalization, but I use it anyway... I'm conforming again. Darn.
So. Changes... I think that was supposed to be the theme of this entry... But, I guess the theme changed. Does that mean I should re-frame my ideas? No. But what does it mean? Does it mean I think too much? Almost always.
Duh.
The summer of 2001 was one of my favorites (aside from Mr.Philip passing away--that was sad).
But I digress... the summer of 2001 was fantastic. Sleeping on water towers, shooting bears, getting lost in the woods, mail runs in the Sebring convertible, In-n-out french fries, hunting for Jake... Oh man, good times.
Summer of 2002 will always be my favorite... After one of the hardest years of my life, it was great to have a "grown-up" job while continuing to go out and be crazy with my friends. I miss my Nissan Quest... She was fantastic.
Ok... I'm just postponing the inevitable...
Life today.
I mean. It's not that I don't want to talk about it... I just don't wanna talk about it. Know what I mean, Jelly Bean?
I think that about sums it up.
I'm never good at talking about things until after the fact.
So, I guess this is goodbye?