I ain't no holy roller, but all the folks up in heaven might like to hear me sing.
I have to wake up at 7:30 but I don't really want to sleep- I ate a bowl of hot oats large enough to feed a family of 7 and loaded it with cinnamon and sugar. So I came here, since I haven't visited in a while, and what better of a pastime than revisit the home of a past mindset with a new and different one?
I am a truly happy person. In the past 20 minutes I have perused a friends page seemingly my antithesis. Affairs, jealousy, frustration, stress, mind-games, confusion, deceit, pain, immaturity, boredom, ignorance... bad grammar... Oh and then there's Nikki who is traveling around taking pictures of her feet and asking people where she is, but she's pretty much one of a kind...
I am reminded that I am where I am because of both chance and choice, a curious dance of factors and decisions and learning and forgetting, a whirling dervish of livelihood and sedation. The entire time, however, I knew, and still know, that things will work out, that I can succeed, and that life is what I make it, and I make it good. That's the gift of the United States of America- we have the power to make our own lives.
I am reminded that I cannot forget, no matter how wonderful things get, that only through diligence and hard work can I maintain it, and that darkness is ever creeping in the cracks of my present plans and the pitfalls of my future. I'd like to think I have ropes to stay up. I'd like to think many consider me a rope. Funny thing about ropes is that they don't grab you- you have to reach for them. I like that term "safety net," because it's such a popular misnomer. People who don't want to be safe won't be saved no matter how much of a "safety net" they have. The term should be "safety ropes" or something. A net infers catching, which further infers a lack of effort by the one "falling"...
I am resisting making this entire post about the one thing on my mind. You get one guess.
We're going to the Adirondacks, to a place called Schroon Lake. A retreat. I need it. All this work- it's worth it, but the stress is giving my left eye an uncontrollable twitch, which nothing, not even closing my eyes, can abate.
Midterms went pretty darn well, I just spent a shit-ton of money rebuilding the brakes and repairing the front CV joint and tie rod assembly and the power steering pump on my car (about $1300 all said and done, though I've only done the brakes and power steering pump thus far), my brand spankin' new American Standard Strat is going to be in the mail in 5 days, straight from Fender's shop (Sienna burst with a maple neck- custom color, you have to order it and wait a while for them to build it), and after selling a bunch of stuff and (pending) getting some money back from two people that owe me I should be able to afford a motorcycle in the next month or so. I still don't have my guitar or amp back from that gigantic piece of shit Brian Zerrenner, but that's pretty much the only thing not going great. Man that kid makes me want to spit, kinda.
Well, well, well, well, well, that's how it goes. Good luck.
I am a truly happy person. In the past 20 minutes I have perused a friends page seemingly my antithesis. Affairs, jealousy, frustration, stress, mind-games, confusion, deceit, pain, immaturity, boredom, ignorance... bad grammar... Oh and then there's Nikki who is traveling around taking pictures of her feet and asking people where she is, but she's pretty much one of a kind...
I am reminded that I am where I am because of both chance and choice, a curious dance of factors and decisions and learning and forgetting, a whirling dervish of livelihood and sedation. The entire time, however, I knew, and still know, that things will work out, that I can succeed, and that life is what I make it, and I make it good. That's the gift of the United States of America- we have the power to make our own lives.
I am reminded that I cannot forget, no matter how wonderful things get, that only through diligence and hard work can I maintain it, and that darkness is ever creeping in the cracks of my present plans and the pitfalls of my future. I'd like to think I have ropes to stay up. I'd like to think many consider me a rope. Funny thing about ropes is that they don't grab you- you have to reach for them. I like that term "safety net," because it's such a popular misnomer. People who don't want to be safe won't be saved no matter how much of a "safety net" they have. The term should be "safety ropes" or something. A net infers catching, which further infers a lack of effort by the one "falling"...
I am resisting making this entire post about the one thing on my mind. You get one guess.
We're going to the Adirondacks, to a place called Schroon Lake. A retreat. I need it. All this work- it's worth it, but the stress is giving my left eye an uncontrollable twitch, which nothing, not even closing my eyes, can abate.
Midterms went pretty darn well, I just spent a shit-ton of money rebuilding the brakes and repairing the front CV joint and tie rod assembly and the power steering pump on my car (about $1300 all said and done, though I've only done the brakes and power steering pump thus far), my brand spankin' new American Standard Strat is going to be in the mail in 5 days, straight from Fender's shop (Sienna burst with a maple neck- custom color, you have to order it and wait a while for them to build it), and after selling a bunch of stuff and (pending) getting some money back from two people that owe me I should be able to afford a motorcycle in the next month or so. I still don't have my guitar or amp back from that gigantic piece of shit Brian Zerrenner, but that's pretty much the only thing not going great. Man that kid makes me want to spit, kinda.
Well, well, well, well, well, that's how it goes. Good luck.