let's go smoke a james blunt
so besides my completely uncreative and corny journal entry title, life's been okay. okay? of course it's been okay jeremey. you live a comfortable life in america where the threat of immediate war isn't right in your face, water runs freely, food is in surplus, and shelter and clothing are both graciously in your posession. now, what was it you wanted to tell me?
i've been having one awful day after another.
i'm not so sure that your days are awful. i think you are just unhappy all the time because you worry too much and have an overdeveloped sense of guilt (those are actually the words of my father).
today i went to visit my sister and her boyfriend barclay at his lakehouse located forty five minutes north of macon. there, we ate, watched some of the world cup, presented my father with his father's day presents, and wakeboarded. wait. what? wakeboarded? yeah. pictures will follow once i get them e-mailed to me.
so recently i've been thinking about death and it hasn't really been getting to me as much as it used to. today my father asked me if i was still considering seeing a therapist this summer. i told him i would probably wait until i got back to school. two nights ago he told me "don't get arrested" right before i drove away to hang out with my friends for the night. this was after i told him that the bag of condoms that had found it's way spilled onto the street was in fact mine, and not my friend's.
tomorrow i start work again. i couldn't have thought of a better day off.
my father told me his philosophy today. the part i'll go over now mainly has to deal with relationships. he said that when a relationship doesn't work you. you can't really blame yourself. because that's like blaming yourself for having size 9 feet (which i have) black hair (which i have) or are 5 foot 9 (which i am). he said that my respected no longer with me other and i split because both her and i were just in different places in our lives. although saying "our" is a stretch, haha, did you catch that? if you agree, uh, i guess just agree, i was going to say leave a comment, but that's not necessary.
my life just feels very unbelievable. you guys don't have to respond to this, because i'm aware of some of these things already, and not to be concieted, it's just that i know how nice some of you are. the point of this is i really am blind to some of my great characteristics. and ain't that the trooth. just small things that people interject in conversation that i reply to without second thought, but then get hit with during my third. subtle things like looking at a picture and saying "haha, that face just shows the attitude we all know so well." or "..." well i don't know what else, but you know what i mean. sometimes your friends just know you way better than you know yourself. and that means that you, you, you, you, and you in the back all probably know me better than i know myself. esp these days. so jeeze, i guess we're just supposed to hang out more often and observe happy hour with "a vengence."
want to guess some movie lyrics? just play in your head.
1. "there's something stuck to my tongue."
2. "uh, it means, to make things worse."
3. "what this book presurposes is, maybe he didn't?"
egh i guess that's i'll put down. did you guess them? the answers next time (yeah i know, i'm totally a tv series bastard by doing that, but those were somewhat easy).
i've been having one awful day after another.
i'm not so sure that your days are awful. i think you are just unhappy all the time because you worry too much and have an overdeveloped sense of guilt (those are actually the words of my father).
today i went to visit my sister and her boyfriend barclay at his lakehouse located forty five minutes north of macon. there, we ate, watched some of the world cup, presented my father with his father's day presents, and wakeboarded. wait. what? wakeboarded? yeah. pictures will follow once i get them e-mailed to me.
so recently i've been thinking about death and it hasn't really been getting to me as much as it used to. today my father asked me if i was still considering seeing a therapist this summer. i told him i would probably wait until i got back to school. two nights ago he told me "don't get arrested" right before i drove away to hang out with my friends for the night. this was after i told him that the bag of condoms that had found it's way spilled onto the street was in fact mine, and not my friend's.
tomorrow i start work again. i couldn't have thought of a better day off.
my father told me his philosophy today. the part i'll go over now mainly has to deal with relationships. he said that when a relationship doesn't work you. you can't really blame yourself. because that's like blaming yourself for having size 9 feet (which i have) black hair (which i have) or are 5 foot 9 (which i am). he said that my respected no longer with me other and i split because both her and i were just in different places in our lives. although saying "our" is a stretch, haha, did you catch that? if you agree, uh, i guess just agree, i was going to say leave a comment, but that's not necessary.
my life just feels very unbelievable. you guys don't have to respond to this, because i'm aware of some of these things already, and not to be concieted, it's just that i know how nice some of you are. the point of this is i really am blind to some of my great characteristics. and ain't that the trooth. just small things that people interject in conversation that i reply to without second thought, but then get hit with during my third. subtle things like looking at a picture and saying "haha, that face just shows the attitude we all know so well." or "..." well i don't know what else, but you know what i mean. sometimes your friends just know you way better than you know yourself. and that means that you, you, you, you, and you in the back all probably know me better than i know myself. esp these days. so jeeze, i guess we're just supposed to hang out more often and observe happy hour with "a vengence."
want to guess some movie lyrics? just play in your head.
1. "there's something stuck to my tongue."
2. "uh, it means, to make things worse."
3. "what this book presurposes is, maybe he didn't?"
egh i guess that's i'll put down. did you guess them? the answers next time (yeah i know, i'm totally a tv series bastard by doing that, but those were somewhat easy).