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Well, I think it's about time I write a novel about my existance. But it certaintly won't be on a computer that's for sure.
For all of those who may be interested:
I am basically living the life I have been searching for for years, in a community of people that love and take care of each other. The friend's, parties, shows, outings, projects, motivation is endless. I have no need for the internet anymore. I find nothing necessary anymore that I used to. Everything is so trivial from most of my old friendships. But I won't speak too boldly for fear I will jinx all of this. I have about 9 roommates, and there is always garaunteed about 5 people sleeping over. I live with the funniest friends, and one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen in my entire life. He stands about 6'3, and I feel even if we never fall in love, we will come to love eachother regardless. He has the sweetest face and manages to have the best sense of being that I know right now. Rock and roll.
My birthday is in about 4 days. I will be 20 years old. This is shocking but strangely irrelevant to anything. Age means nothing. I just know there will be nothing but 3 days straight of parties. But I don't even need to talk about that.
I have a fantastic job at a restaraunt in Berkeley. I make tons of money in a comfortable environment. I intend to be flying all my best friends out here if I can help them out with ticket money.
I write and read non-stop. I talk and learn non-stop. I think I fall in love every couple of days. I'm competely fine with this. Heartbreak and heartmending is part of any healthy human being. I am just in love with every one I meets face and persona. I want to experience it all.
Reading - Camus' The Stranger, as well as some Kafka. And Kerouac. I'm waiting to read my way through the 1950's and just get over the generation. I need to start reading non-fiction.
I lost a couple of friends. Two to death and one to a falling out. It's weird how functional you can be when you know how life, death, and loss. I think by functional I mean apathetic.
My best friend since I was 12 years old is almost indefinitely dead in my mind. I mourn for the loss a lot. I also lost my dog to this person. I mourn almost every day since.
One of my roommates I met in Portland, OR by chance. And his girlfriend who is amazing. I feel like my house is an organism and we all function to keep it alive.
I'm done talking about myself.
For all of those who may be interested:
I am basically living the life I have been searching for for years, in a community of people that love and take care of each other. The friend's, parties, shows, outings, projects, motivation is endless. I have no need for the internet anymore. I find nothing necessary anymore that I used to. Everything is so trivial from most of my old friendships. But I won't speak too boldly for fear I will jinx all of this. I have about 9 roommates, and there is always garaunteed about 5 people sleeping over. I live with the funniest friends, and one of the most beautiful boys I have ever seen in my entire life. He stands about 6'3, and I feel even if we never fall in love, we will come to love eachother regardless. He has the sweetest face and manages to have the best sense of being that I know right now. Rock and roll.
My birthday is in about 4 days. I will be 20 years old. This is shocking but strangely irrelevant to anything. Age means nothing. I just know there will be nothing but 3 days straight of parties. But I don't even need to talk about that.
I have a fantastic job at a restaraunt in Berkeley. I make tons of money in a comfortable environment. I intend to be flying all my best friends out here if I can help them out with ticket money.
I write and read non-stop. I talk and learn non-stop. I think I fall in love every couple of days. I'm competely fine with this. Heartbreak and heartmending is part of any healthy human being. I am just in love with every one I meets face and persona. I want to experience it all.
Reading - Camus' The Stranger, as well as some Kafka. And Kerouac. I'm waiting to read my way through the 1950's and just get over the generation. I need to start reading non-fiction.
I lost a couple of friends. Two to death and one to a falling out. It's weird how functional you can be when you know how life, death, and loss. I think by functional I mean apathetic.
My best friend since I was 12 years old is almost indefinitely dead in my mind. I mourn for the loss a lot. I also lost my dog to this person. I mourn almost every day since.
One of my roommates I met in Portland, OR by chance. And his girlfriend who is amazing. I feel like my house is an organism and we all function to keep it alive.
I'm done talking about myself.