Pensive.
I've vowed to update my journal more often and I'm finding it much more easier to write things down. I think the one thing that was holding me back was 'Oh but what if things are taken literally' Or 'What happens if somebody takes this personally' When I've realised, hang on a minute-It's my journal, who cares if it is boring or offensive to somebody else.
This like it or lump it attitude has helped me quite a bit. So now I shall talk about what's been happening during my days!
My friend Lozzie needed some comic relief last night as she just didn't want to be serious for one night so she called upon me (And some trusty dvd's. I cant do it all on my own!) So we had a movie night and it was fun just to be young for a little while. For the most part, I'm enjoying work but I feel like because I've just started it this year and all the rest of my co-workers have worked there for years, makes it hard for me to get involved in some of the conversations. There's Casey who is uber fun and nice and everything but I just feel like everybody else doesn't feel like actually including me. I don't know, erhaps it's the mood I've been in
"Mrs Johnson: [at Troy's memorial] It's all my fault. I didn't even know him.
Dean Stiffle: Troy wanted to play guitar in a rock band - be famous. He knew he wasn't any good, so he felt stupid for wishing that. He had a crush on a girl since he was thirteen, but he never talked to her, although I think he wished he had. He was so smart, but he kept his ideas to himself - unless you asked him. He liked you. I think he felt sorry for you. He was afraid he was going to end up like his dad. Troy was my friend. He was my best friend.
[pause]
Mrs. Johnson: Thank you."
(((That excerpt was from the film Chumscrubber, and I definitely recommend it to anybody who hasn't seen it yet.))
PS: Thought I'd enclose a photograph. My friend was taking a bunch of photographs and the girl behind me I dislike quite a bit, but that's not the point, but she's throwing a tissue box that looks like it's about to hit my head, and my friend caught me in the moment where it looked like I was about to stab someone, and the tissue box is about to fall on my head. Thought I'd enclose for amusement.
In other news, I'm kind-of-sort-of in love. I won't tell you who it is, but I think that ignoring it wouldn't be giving it the respect it deserves.
-Here's a start to Shawn's new livejournal..ling.
This like it or lump it attitude has helped me quite a bit. So now I shall talk about what's been happening during my days!
My friend Lozzie needed some comic relief last night as she just didn't want to be serious for one night so she called upon me (And some trusty dvd's. I cant do it all on my own!) So we had a movie night and it was fun just to be young for a little while. For the most part, I'm enjoying work but I feel like because I've just started it this year and all the rest of my co-workers have worked there for years, makes it hard for me to get involved in some of the conversations. There's Casey who is uber fun and nice and everything but I just feel like everybody else doesn't feel like actually including me. I don't know, erhaps it's the mood I've been in
"Mrs Johnson: [at Troy's memorial] It's all my fault. I didn't even know him.
Dean Stiffle: Troy wanted to play guitar in a rock band - be famous. He knew he wasn't any good, so he felt stupid for wishing that. He had a crush on a girl since he was thirteen, but he never talked to her, although I think he wished he had. He was so smart, but he kept his ideas to himself - unless you asked him. He liked you. I think he felt sorry for you. He was afraid he was going to end up like his dad. Troy was my friend. He was my best friend.
[pause]
Mrs. Johnson: Thank you."
(((That excerpt was from the film Chumscrubber, and I definitely recommend it to anybody who hasn't seen it yet.))
PS: Thought I'd enclose a photograph. My friend was taking a bunch of photographs and the girl behind me I dislike quite a bit, but that's not the point, but she's throwing a tissue box that looks like it's about to hit my head, and my friend caught me in the moment where it looked like I was about to stab someone, and the tissue box is about to fall on my head. Thought I'd enclose for amusement.
In other news, I'm kind-of-sort-of in love. I won't tell you who it is, but I think that ignoring it wouldn't be giving it the respect it deserves.
-Here's a start to Shawn's new livejournal..ling.