hello world! GUI is in the house!
"can i get get get to know know know know ya better better baby?"
tonight i described my life to one of my friends as a polar switcharoo of good and bad times. and of course, it was a no brainer. but the time in between the good and bad is just like, a boring middle area. i sort of don't think i know what i'm talking about anymore.
today i was looking through all of my friends' profiles on facebook. and saw one and was like, oh well it would be nice if i filled this in, and said that i took a class with her. and then i saw the other part, and it was dating... errrrmyeah. why did facebook put that in there? i guess some people can just get over things better than me. when will this become something i look back on and feel great about? when will this become something that i can remember and think "yeah, that was a good choice." haha, i think it's rediculous, perhaps because i don't see myself at that point anytime soon. either that, or i'm just stupid stupid stupid.
the best part about writing a live journal entry when your mind is not all there, is that you can read it again, and the things you are writing about don't seem that stupid to you at the time. the downside is that people think "alcohol plus live journal equals lame. divide that by the ammount of a life you have and you get DNE. because you cannot divide by ZERO!"
ergh, long summer, long days, but it's all been good. it really has been. the moment right now is good in fact. i think it's incredibly difficult to always live in the moment. that's just me. i try. perhaps not hard enough.
my friends.
leave the crib. leave the playground. leave your room. leave the car. leave your house. leave your mark. leave this earth.
one day i'll just be another piece of sand. rocks will crush my body. thought of the brain so translated through sensory nerves in this body will have perished. all that will be left will be a feeling surpasing that of the physical realm. all i'm sayn' is, if a huge pile of rocks falls on me and crushes me to death, well then, i don't know. it's hard to come up with last words on the spot. do you say, i'm sorry? or, i love you? or, this life's been good to me, hope the rest is just as kind? or damn, i didn't get to say anything before i died. mehhhhh blahh, okay okay, it's bad enough i'm somewhat drunk, it's even worse when i'm typing the beligerent mumbles and moans associated with drinking on the screen. peace everyone
tonight i described my life to one of my friends as a polar switcharoo of good and bad times. and of course, it was a no brainer. but the time in between the good and bad is just like, a boring middle area. i sort of don't think i know what i'm talking about anymore.
today i was looking through all of my friends' profiles on facebook. and saw one and was like, oh well it would be nice if i filled this in, and said that i took a class with her. and then i saw the other part, and it was dating... errrrmyeah. why did facebook put that in there? i guess some people can just get over things better than me. when will this become something i look back on and feel great about? when will this become something that i can remember and think "yeah, that was a good choice." haha, i think it's rediculous, perhaps because i don't see myself at that point anytime soon. either that, or i'm just stupid stupid stupid.
the best part about writing a live journal entry when your mind is not all there, is that you can read it again, and the things you are writing about don't seem that stupid to you at the time. the downside is that people think "alcohol plus live journal equals lame. divide that by the ammount of a life you have and you get DNE. because you cannot divide by ZERO!"
ergh, long summer, long days, but it's all been good. it really has been. the moment right now is good in fact. i think it's incredibly difficult to always live in the moment. that's just me. i try. perhaps not hard enough.
my friends.
leave the crib. leave the playground. leave your room. leave the car. leave your house. leave your mark. leave this earth.
one day i'll just be another piece of sand. rocks will crush my body. thought of the brain so translated through sensory nerves in this body will have perished. all that will be left will be a feeling surpasing that of the physical realm. all i'm sayn' is, if a huge pile of rocks falls on me and crushes me to death, well then, i don't know. it's hard to come up with last words on the spot. do you say, i'm sorry? or, i love you? or, this life's been good to me, hope the rest is just as kind? or damn, i didn't get to say anything before i died. mehhhhh blahh, okay okay, it's bad enough i'm somewhat drunk, it's even worse when i'm typing the beligerent mumbles and moans associated with drinking on the screen. peace everyone