Some Kinda Update
No, a real update. I guess that's what you call this.
For some reason, lately, I cannot type. It sucks. I think since I have been become more coordinated, with, like, work and guitar, that easy tasks like typing letters has become something I have to think about. It's probably pathetic, to watch me try to write.
Anyway, work sucks, and I cannot wait to quit. Tyco sucks. The people suck, and if you try to fix a problem, you're shot down. Suckageness.
My media player keeps playing Story of the Year. I want to hear something else.
Anyway, I plan to leave Tyco soon, as soon as I have a few grand saved to buy...ribbons, cool stuff like that.
And, uhm, I wish I was playing golf right now. Not that golf, like, disc golf, the hippie stuff. But I have no one to play with today, so I'm here, at home, typing in my journal.
I'm having a real hard time with some stuff. Like always. But unlike the past, where I tried to fix my problem and got all panicky about it, I think I'm just sitting here, waiting to figure out what it is. I'm really lazy.
I'm learning some crazy stuff from Taoism and Ninjitsu kinda stuff. Not "ninjitsu" kill people, but "ninjitsu" state of mind stuff. And AIM pop-up stuff keeps coming up, and I can't see what I'm typing. It's gone now.
Uhm, most of my passion for stuff is gone. For some reason, I'm just kinda numb. Not really organized. Not really anything. Still feel love and hope and inspiration, just progress sounds so extreme right now.
I feel kinda alienated right now, but it's not really that bad. For some reason I know the way I feel, I should be depressed, but I really don't feel like being depressed right now. I don't have the time for it. To hell with Steve.
I'll probably write more later, when I have something to write. Or something. AVO
For some reason, lately, I cannot type. It sucks. I think since I have been become more coordinated, with, like, work and guitar, that easy tasks like typing letters has become something I have to think about. It's probably pathetic, to watch me try to write.
Anyway, work sucks, and I cannot wait to quit. Tyco sucks. The people suck, and if you try to fix a problem, you're shot down. Suckageness.
My media player keeps playing Story of the Year. I want to hear something else.
Anyway, I plan to leave Tyco soon, as soon as I have a few grand saved to buy...ribbons, cool stuff like that.
And, uhm, I wish I was playing golf right now. Not that golf, like, disc golf, the hippie stuff. But I have no one to play with today, so I'm here, at home, typing in my journal.
I'm having a real hard time with some stuff. Like always. But unlike the past, where I tried to fix my problem and got all panicky about it, I think I'm just sitting here, waiting to figure out what it is. I'm really lazy.
I'm learning some crazy stuff from Taoism and Ninjitsu kinda stuff. Not "ninjitsu" kill people, but "ninjitsu" state of mind stuff. And AIM pop-up stuff keeps coming up, and I can't see what I'm typing. It's gone now.
Uhm, most of my passion for stuff is gone. For some reason, I'm just kinda numb. Not really organized. Not really anything. Still feel love and hope and inspiration, just progress sounds so extreme right now.
I feel kinda alienated right now, but it's not really that bad. For some reason I know the way I feel, I should be depressed, but I really don't feel like being depressed right now. I don't have the time for it. To hell with Steve.
I'll probably write more later, when I have something to write. Or something. AVO