It's been too long
Since I've written a cohesive, legitimate blog. All of these ramblings, confessions, and worries,
make no sense to anyone, least of all me.
I rearrange my room, a lot.
Some people are freedom-whores, some are truth-whores, and some people are just whores.
Me, my friend, I am a change-whore. The feeling of finding new ways to work with what you have is gratifying, and with this change, comes the desire to spend more time in my room,
hence more time in my head, therefore more time figuring all of this shit out.
Actually though, most of the time I just sleep, or lurk myspace.
I need a new journal,
because though I always say I've never completed a journal, I have, in a way.
I have a few notebooks, and though there wasn't really a conclusion,
there was a new beginning, in a new notebook. I don't know how you're really supposed
to end journals? I guess you don't, and it just lives on. It's strange to think of all of the things
that could/will outlive me.
For instance, some kid, in 60 years is still going to be drawing with crayons,
probably 1337er ones, but crayons nonetheless. Nintendo could outlive me,
or my parents at least, and that is creepy to think of.
Anyways, it looks like I have my skillz back, and I'm getting back into the swing of these.
Six days left of school, I am counting. I'm suprised not down to the very milisecond, but days will be sufficient.
I just realized I left my bag at Sam's, containing my Ipod, some money, gum,
and a few packs of cards.
I'm always shuffling.
Sometimes, a sad album can make you feel good when you are sad.
I'm Wide Awake It's Morning,
is doing so right now. Overall it's not a "sad" album, but when you dissect it
by songs, they are a bit melancholy. Anyways, it's beautiful right now,
and kind of just what I need.
I'm looking to buy a polaroid camera, and may be able to guilt my parents into it,
for forcing me to take Jesus Christ hypnosis for 10 years of school.
Awesome.
I walked into a door, and not even in an "I'm an idiot and didn't see this large door in front of me," way. More in an "My door is open and swings shut when I'm turned around in conversation and when I turn back It hits me in the face." way.
We have some stupid 8th grade pictures tomorrow.
I feel so ugh.
I look so ugh.
No one can convince me otherwise,
and I don't know why, or how to help them do so.
Things are just kind of shitty,
and in a very vague way.
I'm trapped inside an hourglass.
make no sense to anyone, least of all me.
I rearrange my room, a lot.
Some people are freedom-whores, some are truth-whores, and some people are just whores.
Me, my friend, I am a change-whore. The feeling of finding new ways to work with what you have is gratifying, and with this change, comes the desire to spend more time in my room,
hence more time in my head, therefore more time figuring all of this shit out.
Actually though, most of the time I just sleep, or lurk myspace.
I need a new journal,
because though I always say I've never completed a journal, I have, in a way.
I have a few notebooks, and though there wasn't really a conclusion,
there was a new beginning, in a new notebook. I don't know how you're really supposed
to end journals? I guess you don't, and it just lives on. It's strange to think of all of the things
that could/will outlive me.
For instance, some kid, in 60 years is still going to be drawing with crayons,
probably 1337er ones, but crayons nonetheless. Nintendo could outlive me,
or my parents at least, and that is creepy to think of.
Anyways, it looks like I have my skillz back, and I'm getting back into the swing of these.
Six days left of school, I am counting. I'm suprised not down to the very milisecond, but days will be sufficient.
I just realized I left my bag at Sam's, containing my Ipod, some money, gum,
and a few packs of cards.
I'm always shuffling.
Sometimes, a sad album can make you feel good when you are sad.
I'm Wide Awake It's Morning,
is doing so right now. Overall it's not a "sad" album, but when you dissect it
by songs, they are a bit melancholy. Anyways, it's beautiful right now,
and kind of just what I need.
I'm looking to buy a polaroid camera, and may be able to guilt my parents into it,
for forcing me to take Jesus Christ hypnosis for 10 years of school.
Awesome.
I walked into a door, and not even in an "I'm an idiot and didn't see this large door in front of me," way. More in an "My door is open and swings shut when I'm turned around in conversation and when I turn back It hits me in the face." way.
We have some stupid 8th grade pictures tomorrow.
I feel so ugh.
I look so ugh.
No one can convince me otherwise,
and I don't know why, or how to help them do so.
Things are just kind of shitty,
and in a very vague way.
I'm trapped inside an hourglass.
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