Yesterday
Well, this post is a followed up of the previous, so if your at all interested in my day with mia, read the previous post.
Yesterday (all my troubles seemed so far away...) sorry, couldnt help it. not tru at all either. its just in retrospect, people tend to glorify the good times. cause pain is never quite as bad as when it is happening, ya know? Anyways. Yesterday i went out to breakfast with my mom, well actaully it was more like at 130. ive been waking up unusually late recently. im such a bum. moving on... then i went to mikes house for a bit, and didnt do anything very productive. After that, i came hone and put on not digusting clothes, and drove all the way to red wood city to bring matt movies cause he was sick. I brought him les miserables, better of dead, and our video of to kill a micking bird. i only had to call twice to figure out where i was! i was so proud of my self!! Matt met me in the front yard cause i wasnt sure if i was about to walk into a stragners house, and we went into his kitchen by way of back door, cause his family was watching pi. ya, thats what i said, great family flick. haha. i played his oh so technologically adavanced video game. i won. cause i pwn. and then we sat in his back yard and talked for a long time, contemplating the meaning of life besides his refrigertor in the drive way. And heres what i firgured out...
Somtimes you just feel comfortable with people. theres no explainging why. and what happens to people sometimes is that they are so worried about images that they dont hang out with people that they like or feel comfortable with, which leads them to beleive that they must change themselevs to feel more comfortable with these people to those poeple. so they do. poeple dress differntly or talk differently so that they can feel more comfortable with other people and then feel better about themselves because they are hanging out with a certian group and they think "wow, these people are cool, and cause im with them im cool too." and its just sorta taough, cause so many epoel do it, and they never really feel comfortable with anyone. I just cant figure out what makes people care so much about stupid peoples opinions.
I think im done now. Anyawys, i had such a good time with matt. he snuck the tv into his room, which at two tapes and still didnt work, so he pulled, what did he say an "indian jones" i think. and stole the tv from his moms room, and was planning to put the not owrking tv in its place, but his dad deemed it not neccesary. Finally, we hooked up the good tv and watched me be a porpise and matt be a seven year old kid and colby...well, be colby. thats right, we watched t.k.a.m. and laughed. and i stayed much longer than i had planned and it was worth every minute. after that i drove all the way to belmont, saw five deers and suzanne, and had a good half an hour there. i drove home listening to ben folds and thinking about hhow good life is, even though its never easy, and i was content.
Sometimes i think people (including myself) focus so much on whats not easy that they dont notice whats good. and thats a damn shame. im currently trying to discipline myself to only ten minutes of self pity a day, and thats all. get those ten minutes done in the moring, get them over with, and move on.
Mike is a douch bag. well, not really. hes just very elusive.thats sorta all i have to say about that.
Yesterday (all my troubles seemed so far away...) sorry, couldnt help it. not tru at all either. its just in retrospect, people tend to glorify the good times. cause pain is never quite as bad as when it is happening, ya know? Anyways. Yesterday i went out to breakfast with my mom, well actaully it was more like at 130. ive been waking up unusually late recently. im such a bum. moving on... then i went to mikes house for a bit, and didnt do anything very productive. After that, i came hone and put on not digusting clothes, and drove all the way to red wood city to bring matt movies cause he was sick. I brought him les miserables, better of dead, and our video of to kill a micking bird. i only had to call twice to figure out where i was! i was so proud of my self!! Matt met me in the front yard cause i wasnt sure if i was about to walk into a stragners house, and we went into his kitchen by way of back door, cause his family was watching pi. ya, thats what i said, great family flick. haha. i played his oh so technologically adavanced video game. i won. cause i pwn. and then we sat in his back yard and talked for a long time, contemplating the meaning of life besides his refrigertor in the drive way. And heres what i firgured out...
Somtimes you just feel comfortable with people. theres no explainging why. and what happens to people sometimes is that they are so worried about images that they dont hang out with people that they like or feel comfortable with, which leads them to beleive that they must change themselevs to feel more comfortable with these people to those poeple. so they do. poeple dress differntly or talk differently so that they can feel more comfortable with other people and then feel better about themselves because they are hanging out with a certian group and they think "wow, these people are cool, and cause im with them im cool too." and its just sorta taough, cause so many epoel do it, and they never really feel comfortable with anyone. I just cant figure out what makes people care so much about stupid peoples opinions.
I think im done now. Anyawys, i had such a good time with matt. he snuck the tv into his room, which at two tapes and still didnt work, so he pulled, what did he say an "indian jones" i think. and stole the tv from his moms room, and was planning to put the not owrking tv in its place, but his dad deemed it not neccesary. Finally, we hooked up the good tv and watched me be a porpise and matt be a seven year old kid and colby...well, be colby. thats right, we watched t.k.a.m. and laughed. and i stayed much longer than i had planned and it was worth every minute. after that i drove all the way to belmont, saw five deers and suzanne, and had a good half an hour there. i drove home listening to ben folds and thinking about hhow good life is, even though its never easy, and i was content.
Sometimes i think people (including myself) focus so much on whats not easy that they dont notice whats good. and thats a damn shame. im currently trying to discipline myself to only ten minutes of self pity a day, and thats all. get those ten minutes done in the moring, get them over with, and move on.
Mike is a douch bag. well, not really. hes just very elusive.thats sorta all i have to say about that.