Lamentation in boxers
I finally finished my journal. I bought it during my time in Arkansas (actually, my dad bought it), and I used it during the summer... after going through about 3 journals (filling maybe 5-30 pages each), I picked it up again when I was desperately in need of pages. Now it's done with, and has proved to be one of the most interesting books I've completed.
And now, quotes taken from random pages that may or may not make any sense in or out of context.
"More writing! This journal is neurotic. I don't even know what I'm talking about. Even when I seem to have a topic, um.... I don't stick to it. I guess it's best that I say whatever I feel like saying rather than trying to bind my brain to one specific topic."
"No behavior is forgivable." [written completely arbitrarily and with no meaning behind it]
"'Don't tell Aladdin. He'll just quote you.' - Catherine Roberts."
"Hmm. Tomorrow shall be... fantastic. I can't really imagine quite what it's going to be like. All I know is, it gets dark fast, and it gets crazy even faster."
"Frugal moody poodles." [say this 5 times, fast. Not slow, fast. It's hard. It's really, really hard.]
"Maria finished her jounral and is reading back to me all the parts with me in them. Well, not "all" of them. Just the ones that don't involve how sexy I am, because she doesn't want me to know how sexy she finds me. Speaking of sexy, tonight's gonna be fucking spectacular. 'Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!'" [By the way, I went back through the whole journal and corrected all my shitty predictions. This was one of them.]
"Hmm... so the Baptist convention is in town. Get some real freaks and weirdos [in the shop]. In my eyes, anyway. I'm a freak/weirdo to... many, many people."
"'I'm not sure if you feel the same way about me.' I don't! I feel mildly like an ass for not having said anything to her before.... I still haven't. Haha. I didn't have time to really get into anything with her. Xavier and I were just heading out to talk to Mercy girls. That, also, didn't go so well. Fuckin'... idiots. All of them. I hate girls. I also hate baseball and stepping on dog shit."
"I think about the slang I use, my speech patterns and accent, and wonder if I'll be mocked in the future; the typical person has little respect for the common men and women of our past, we consider them stupider then us because we're so well eduicated, not only in English and maths, but sciences and all sorts of mordern rubbish. But what is humanity achieving now? The main point of exxistance right now appears to be to make life more comfortable. That's very lame. Ha. Officer Ryan's got his wife and kid here... it's American Education week. I've been stealing coffee and scaring off parents and kids."
"WWwoOOww!!! I'm sooOoo smart!! Check that out! It was totally a 45 minute poem. All perfect iambs, perfect rhyme scheme, and a heroic couplet to end it all. Damn! I'm sooooo good!
11.26? 27? Who cares? But I concurr with yesterday me... I'm really good! I mean.... damn!"
"I wish that I could be as cool as Jennifer Lopez. She's great."
And that's all. I'm going to do a post like this every time I finish a journal. Actually, shit, I should go back though my old journals and do it! After all, everytime I read my own writing, I go, damn! This guy is great! I forgot I said that!
And now, quotes taken from random pages that may or may not make any sense in or out of context.
"More writing! This journal is neurotic. I don't even know what I'm talking about. Even when I seem to have a topic, um.... I don't stick to it. I guess it's best that I say whatever I feel like saying rather than trying to bind my brain to one specific topic."
"No behavior is forgivable." [written completely arbitrarily and with no meaning behind it]
"'Don't tell Aladdin. He'll just quote you.' - Catherine Roberts."
"Hmm. Tomorrow shall be... fantastic. I can't really imagine quite what it's going to be like. All I know is, it gets dark fast, and it gets crazy even faster."
"Frugal moody poodles." [say this 5 times, fast. Not slow, fast. It's hard. It's really, really hard.]
"Maria finished her jounral and is reading back to me all the parts with me in them. Well, not "all" of them. Just the ones that don't involve how sexy I am, because she doesn't want me to know how sexy she finds me. Speaking of sexy, tonight's gonna be fucking spectacular. 'Faster Pussycat! Kill! Kill!'" [By the way, I went back through the whole journal and corrected all my shitty predictions. This was one of them.]
"Hmm... so the Baptist convention is in town. Get some real freaks and weirdos [in the shop]. In my eyes, anyway. I'm a freak/weirdo to... many, many people."
"'I'm not sure if you feel the same way about me.' I don't! I feel mildly like an ass for not having said anything to her before.... I still haven't. Haha. I didn't have time to really get into anything with her. Xavier and I were just heading out to talk to Mercy girls. That, also, didn't go so well. Fuckin'... idiots. All of them. I hate girls. I also hate baseball and stepping on dog shit."
"I think about the slang I use, my speech patterns and accent, and wonder if I'll be mocked in the future; the typical person has little respect for the common men and women of our past, we consider them stupider then us because we're so well eduicated, not only in English and maths, but sciences and all sorts of mordern rubbish. But what is humanity achieving now? The main point of exxistance right now appears to be to make life more comfortable. That's very lame. Ha. Officer Ryan's got his wife and kid here... it's American Education week. I've been stealing coffee and scaring off parents and kids."
"WWwoOOww!!! I'm sooOoo smart!! Check that out! It was totally a 45 minute poem. All perfect iambs, perfect rhyme scheme, and a heroic couplet to end it all. Damn! I'm sooooo good!
11.26? 27? Who cares? But I concurr with yesterday me... I'm really good! I mean.... damn!"
"I wish that I could be as cool as Jennifer Lopez. She's great."
And that's all. I'm going to do a post like this every time I finish a journal. Actually, shit, I should go back though my old journals and do it! After all, everytime I read my own writing, I go, damn! This guy is great! I forgot I said that!