Where have all the cowboy's gone?
The other day, at work, a song by the Hot Hot Heat came on and it suddenly hit me that Brian, Nate, Cory, etc. were gone. Jesus, it's depressing to think about them gone. A lot like when Casey left. I remember perfectly how awkwardly cheesy, sentimental, and depressing that day was. It was a cold afternoon in January and I was watching Casey get into his mom's purple PT Cruiser with its ridiculous purple flame decales. The entire time I wanted to say something. Maybe a "Whoah" or "Oh shizzle" for good times sake would have been randomly appropriate. But alas, I could say nothing. Then I walked back and forth for 15 minutes confused and depressed then I rembered that guy from chink club, errr... Japanese club was usually in the band hallway. So raced to the Band hallway to meet with Brian, Nate, and Cory.
They're off doing better things now, make somthing of themselves in college and what not. I'm all alone now at athens. I don't really have any chums or friends to hang out with. Oh sure I know guy's to talk too and give me rides home, but other than that I'm all alone. I'm back to not having anyone to hang out with lunch. I just wander aimlessly through the cafeteria looking for someone to sit with. At least I have my sister, so all is not comepletly lost, no wait yes it is. Talking to her is like breaking my skull on a wall. Mother fucker.
I lost my pocket knife at work last sunday. The same pocket knife that was given to me by my chum of chum's Derek Soro. Few people will ever be as loyal a friend as he is. Anyway, Cory said that he found a rather sharp knife recently and that he accidentaly cut himself with it. He also says he wants to give it to me. I'd like to get it from him in person, simply because I haven't seen him in what feels like a really long time.
God, if I ever post such sensitive/sentimental shit like this I should slice my jugular veins for being such a pisser. Fuck me, this is the sort of shit that makes me loathe live journal. I'm such a cunt.
Anyway, on an unrelated note...
I got Silent Hill 2 the other day, and it is quite scary. Never before have I experienced such fear playing a video game. That feeling you get when you can't see what may lie at the end of the hallway. Or when your radio starts to make that "sound." I can't help but say things like, "I'm not fucking going in that room!" Or "What the fuck is that?" Sometimes even, "I'm not 'investigating' that shit!" Or "Fuck me!" Oh yeah and I ran into that guy Pyramid Head, and he certainly does live up to the hype. I had trouble making the thought "What the fuck is that?" audible, I was literally stuttering like a fool. The game's protaganist certainly handled that situation much better than I did.
Wow, this was one long ass live journal post for me. I'm rather proud of myself! So proud I'm going to pat myself on the back.
They're off doing better things now, make somthing of themselves in college and what not. I'm all alone now at athens. I don't really have any chums or friends to hang out with. Oh sure I know guy's to talk too and give me rides home, but other than that I'm all alone. I'm back to not having anyone to hang out with lunch. I just wander aimlessly through the cafeteria looking for someone to sit with. At least I have my sister, so all is not comepletly lost, no wait yes it is. Talking to her is like breaking my skull on a wall. Mother fucker.
I lost my pocket knife at work last sunday. The same pocket knife that was given to me by my chum of chum's Derek Soro. Few people will ever be as loyal a friend as he is. Anyway, Cory said that he found a rather sharp knife recently and that he accidentaly cut himself with it. He also says he wants to give it to me. I'd like to get it from him in person, simply because I haven't seen him in what feels like a really long time.
God, if I ever post such sensitive/sentimental shit like this I should slice my jugular veins for being such a pisser. Fuck me, this is the sort of shit that makes me loathe live journal. I'm such a cunt.
Anyway, on an unrelated note...
I got Silent Hill 2 the other day, and it is quite scary. Never before have I experienced such fear playing a video game. That feeling you get when you can't see what may lie at the end of the hallway. Or when your radio starts to make that "sound." I can't help but say things like, "I'm not fucking going in that room!" Or "What the fuck is that?" Sometimes even, "I'm not 'investigating' that shit!" Or "Fuck me!" Oh yeah and I ran into that guy Pyramid Head, and he certainly does live up to the hype. I had trouble making the thought "What the fuck is that?" audible, I was literally stuttering like a fool. The game's protaganist certainly handled that situation much better than I did.
Wow, this was one long ass live journal post for me. I'm rather proud of myself! So proud I'm going to pat myself on the back.