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i woke up next to her this morning. i always get ready a lot quicker than she does. it gave me time to watch her go through her morning routine. when i spend time away from her, my mind starts to lose the little things she does as she gets ready. i hate spending time away...
we woke up, i walked her to work, and biked all over pittsburgh. this was at 6:45 am. i rode to shadyside, to bloomfield, talked to a crossing guard and she told me to be safe. i rode back to the southside, robinson was in my living room... all.. over.. my living room.. i went and got breakfast at the pickle barrell. i went downtown, did some errands, and rode around the southside some more.. i can't wait to get my own bike. i love riding bikes and i kinda forgot how good it feels.
i forget a lot of things. and its not even that my memory is bad, its just that i have a lot of things going on right now. so i forget little things like how she pokes her head around her door when she answers it. i forget how much fun i had in Germany with johann, and still haven't been in touch with him much since i returned. i forget how much the people in south carolina mean to me. i forget about everyone who moved away after high school.
i think the word that best describes my current situation is "close". not there, but close. i'm close to getting on top, i'm close to doing what i really want to do, i'm close to paying back all the people that helped me out, i'm close to returning all the favors that were done for me.
when i talk to her, i keep reminding her that "what i am now isn't what i'll always be."
which is true.
a while back i saw rachel jones at lee perry's house. i talked to her for like.. 5 minutes and she told me "you haven't changed one bit since high school."... this is a girl whom i haven't seen in roughly 4 years, who i haven't spoken to in even longer.
fuck. you.
if anything, i'm absolutely different than how i was my senior year of high school... and i'm not trying to bring it up like i've made so many accomplishments, but things change real fast when you get out of high school... i've crossed paths with a lot of people, sometimes for a long time, sometimes for a matter of days. and thats fine. i have very little problem leaving people. it just gets tricky when you wanna stay with someone, i guess you have to compromise to stay on track.
maybe i'm babbling.
i donno.
black dahlia was a lot of fun.
fassw was a lot of fun.
dhebi and i went backstage or whatever, you know... cuz we were on the guest list... and drank a six pack of pabst pounders each, i think.
the show was a great time, mostly because everyone was having fun. there wasnt any scene bullshit, there wasnt anybody looking to fight, it was all smiles in the pit. especially near the blonde guy headbanging and hairwhipping.
i'm going home tomorrow to work for a little bit, make some money... 724? anyone?
and congratulations to everyone who graduated college recently.
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several hours have passed since i started this entry.
i just got back from the everytime i die show.
more or less guestlisted.
i had a good time.
i met some cool dudes from austintown, i think.
saw a bunch of heads i haven't seen in a minute.
two-step broke the tall annoying kid in half, didn't see him after that.
met some new kids.
i kinda hate livejournal anymore. i read through my friends list and go over pretty much everything everyone writes. its just not interesting and i just don't care. i don't care if people do the same thing to me, i'm probably not that interesting. but its getting real stupid.
its late.
i'm going to sleep.
i'm glad i got to see so many people today.
goodnight pittsburgh, you fickle mistress.
we woke up, i walked her to work, and biked all over pittsburgh. this was at 6:45 am. i rode to shadyside, to bloomfield, talked to a crossing guard and she told me to be safe. i rode back to the southside, robinson was in my living room... all.. over.. my living room.. i went and got breakfast at the pickle barrell. i went downtown, did some errands, and rode around the southside some more.. i can't wait to get my own bike. i love riding bikes and i kinda forgot how good it feels.
i forget a lot of things. and its not even that my memory is bad, its just that i have a lot of things going on right now. so i forget little things like how she pokes her head around her door when she answers it. i forget how much fun i had in Germany with johann, and still haven't been in touch with him much since i returned. i forget how much the people in south carolina mean to me. i forget about everyone who moved away after high school.
i think the word that best describes my current situation is "close". not there, but close. i'm close to getting on top, i'm close to doing what i really want to do, i'm close to paying back all the people that helped me out, i'm close to returning all the favors that were done for me.
when i talk to her, i keep reminding her that "what i am now isn't what i'll always be."
which is true.
a while back i saw rachel jones at lee perry's house. i talked to her for like.. 5 minutes and she told me "you haven't changed one bit since high school."... this is a girl whom i haven't seen in roughly 4 years, who i haven't spoken to in even longer.
fuck. you.
if anything, i'm absolutely different than how i was my senior year of high school... and i'm not trying to bring it up like i've made so many accomplishments, but things change real fast when you get out of high school... i've crossed paths with a lot of people, sometimes for a long time, sometimes for a matter of days. and thats fine. i have very little problem leaving people. it just gets tricky when you wanna stay with someone, i guess you have to compromise to stay on track.
maybe i'm babbling.
i donno.
black dahlia was a lot of fun.
fassw was a lot of fun.
dhebi and i went backstage or whatever, you know... cuz we were on the guest list... and drank a six pack of pabst pounders each, i think.
the show was a great time, mostly because everyone was having fun. there wasnt any scene bullshit, there wasnt anybody looking to fight, it was all smiles in the pit. especially near the blonde guy headbanging and hairwhipping.
i'm going home tomorrow to work for a little bit, make some money... 724? anyone?
and congratulations to everyone who graduated college recently.
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several hours have passed since i started this entry.
i just got back from the everytime i die show.
more or less guestlisted.
i had a good time.
i met some cool dudes from austintown, i think.
saw a bunch of heads i haven't seen in a minute.
two-step broke the tall annoying kid in half, didn't see him after that.
met some new kids.
i kinda hate livejournal anymore. i read through my friends list and go over pretty much everything everyone writes. its just not interesting and i just don't care. i don't care if people do the same thing to me, i'm probably not that interesting. but its getting real stupid.
its late.
i'm going to sleep.
i'm glad i got to see so many people today.
goodnight pittsburgh, you fickle mistress.