hakuna matata ( or how ever you spell it.)
So for some odd reason I remembered that I have a LiveJournal account and also remembered that I used to like to write in it.
It's funny I was reading old post and they made me giggle at my spelling and at what point I was in my life at those times. Mostly it just made me remember how close I was to Paula and how much fun we used to have. I kind of quit being friends with her after Mel and she had that falling out (or whatever happened). Reading it makes me remember some of the dumb things that we used to do together just to get a laugh. I wish we were still that close.
Anywho the last comment I had on this was 109 weeks ago, that's a long time ago. What is even funnier about that is that the comment was that I hadn’t posted in a very long time. Thinking about this I have no idea if anyone will read this, I mean I could say some wild shit in here and no one would know. I'm not going to chance it.
Now to what I was going to write about in the first place, I have felt really cramped lately. I know that it is my fault because I talked her into staying for the summer but I just pictured it all so differently. I mean I have lived here all year since the day I moved down and most of my friends do the same or they are from here. I never realized that se would not really have anyone else to hang out with, I mean when I leave to go hang out with nick she makes me feel bad and then she cleans while I’m gone. I would give a leg for Laura to be back in town. I don't miss the drinking, but I do miss going to just sit at briands or nicks and just talk about nothing at all. Not have a thing to worry about in the world except screwing greeters. (Side note: It feels good to vent, but not seem like I’m talking to myself) I have become what I have always not wanted to be, a sellout. I don't see it as being my entire fault though. Whenever my friends call to do something I will most of the time goes, unless it is going to drink. I just don't get invited anymore because all my friends do in drink at this point in there lives and I’m past that, I don't feel like the world has got me down and I need a cure for being oppressed. I'm not, I’m lucky. I'm young, white, and I get to go to college. I fall in that less than 2% of the world category. It's great. I'm lucky as shit. I sat at the Lake all weekend as just sat in the shade or in the shade in the lake and I relaxed. Shit was great. As you an tell the ADHD just kicked in, I started talking about how I wish jess had more friends so that I wouldn't feel bad leaving her and I ended up talking about the lake. Life is good.
It's funny I was reading old post and they made me giggle at my spelling and at what point I was in my life at those times. Mostly it just made me remember how close I was to Paula and how much fun we used to have. I kind of quit being friends with her after Mel and she had that falling out (or whatever happened). Reading it makes me remember some of the dumb things that we used to do together just to get a laugh. I wish we were still that close.
Anywho the last comment I had on this was 109 weeks ago, that's a long time ago. What is even funnier about that is that the comment was that I hadn’t posted in a very long time. Thinking about this I have no idea if anyone will read this, I mean I could say some wild shit in here and no one would know. I'm not going to chance it.
Now to what I was going to write about in the first place, I have felt really cramped lately. I know that it is my fault because I talked her into staying for the summer but I just pictured it all so differently. I mean I have lived here all year since the day I moved down and most of my friends do the same or they are from here. I never realized that se would not really have anyone else to hang out with, I mean when I leave to go hang out with nick she makes me feel bad and then she cleans while I’m gone. I would give a leg for Laura to be back in town. I don't miss the drinking, but I do miss going to just sit at briands or nicks and just talk about nothing at all. Not have a thing to worry about in the world except screwing greeters. (Side note: It feels good to vent, but not seem like I’m talking to myself) I have become what I have always not wanted to be, a sellout. I don't see it as being my entire fault though. Whenever my friends call to do something I will most of the time goes, unless it is going to drink. I just don't get invited anymore because all my friends do in drink at this point in there lives and I’m past that, I don't feel like the world has got me down and I need a cure for being oppressed. I'm not, I’m lucky. I'm young, white, and I get to go to college. I fall in that less than 2% of the world category. It's great. I'm lucky as shit. I sat at the Lake all weekend as just sat in the shade or in the shade in the lake and I relaxed. Shit was great. As you an tell the ADHD just kicked in, I started talking about how I wish jess had more friends so that I wouldn't feel bad leaving her and I ended up talking about the lake. Life is good.