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i have no idea what to write. i need to clean my room. im embarassed about it, but somehow it never gets done, and when it does it is shitty by the next day. to top it off, my parents let me put a really nice rug in here so i feel like an asshole. its probably some enormously important metaphor for my life. i wanna live i wanna give ive been a miner for a heart of gold. its these expressions i never give that keep me searching for a heart of gold. im not really old yet, but i suppose eventually i will get there.
im preparing myself for a kung fu lesson. i was told that i will be learning "bridge hands". maybe it will make me more graceful. i could use that i think.
sometimes i think that when i go back to visit charleston in july that i wont really want to come back. but i have to i have a lot of things to get done around here, and big plans for the fall. moving up in the world and all that. at least, the place i live then will be worth more than the one i live in now. however important that really is i can't say. im excited about it though, i think it will afford me the oppurtunity to herd my brain back to where it needs to me. home home on the range. excuse that, it was cheesy.
this song, "old man" by neil young is fucking unbelievably good. i listen to every song on this album over and over and over and over and over and it never gets old or tired or less powerful to me. its pretty amazing. i guess everyone has music like this. its just nice for me to have it. nice to me anyway.
i dont even know if any of what i have written here makes any sense. the first sentence i wrote about 45 minutes ago is pretty irrelevant at this point seeing as i wrote something. maybe no one will read this far and thats cool i didnt write this for you anyway. except for the neil young part, maybe.
my father an i have started having long conversations on the telephone. its fantastic. my mom cant really handle talking on the phone, she gets pised off, but my dad got rich talking on the phone so he is good to go. i love talking to him. the relationship i have with my family has never been better or stronger. its probably a side effect of me freaking the fuck out a few weeks ago and screaming and crying and losing every type of my composure as well as half my weight in water through my eyes and my pores. either way i love my parents.
ah! butch has arrived it is time for my kung fu lessons. BRIDGE HANDS MOTHERFUCKER!
im preparing myself for a kung fu lesson. i was told that i will be learning "bridge hands". maybe it will make me more graceful. i could use that i think.
sometimes i think that when i go back to visit charleston in july that i wont really want to come back. but i have to i have a lot of things to get done around here, and big plans for the fall. moving up in the world and all that. at least, the place i live then will be worth more than the one i live in now. however important that really is i can't say. im excited about it though, i think it will afford me the oppurtunity to herd my brain back to where it needs to me. home home on the range. excuse that, it was cheesy.
this song, "old man" by neil young is fucking unbelievably good. i listen to every song on this album over and over and over and over and over and it never gets old or tired or less powerful to me. its pretty amazing. i guess everyone has music like this. its just nice for me to have it. nice to me anyway.
i dont even know if any of what i have written here makes any sense. the first sentence i wrote about 45 minutes ago is pretty irrelevant at this point seeing as i wrote something. maybe no one will read this far and thats cool i didnt write this for you anyway. except for the neil young part, maybe.
my father an i have started having long conversations on the telephone. its fantastic. my mom cant really handle talking on the phone, she gets pised off, but my dad got rich talking on the phone so he is good to go. i love talking to him. the relationship i have with my family has never been better or stronger. its probably a side effect of me freaking the fuck out a few weeks ago and screaming and crying and losing every type of my composure as well as half my weight in water through my eyes and my pores. either way i love my parents.
ah! butch has arrived it is time for my kung fu lessons. BRIDGE HANDS MOTHERFUCKER!