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Feb. 15th, 2006 @ 09:12 pm
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There are a lack of kindred spirits in my day to day. I miss home, The blood family and the family I built for myself.
The river called Conversation has run dry in my relationship. I pretty much built the damn. I'm tired of always having to carry a conversation. Tired of always being the one having to put 100% thought into what to talk about.
I don't care whether she reads this or not.. I hung up on Mary the other day. She pretty much called me up and we sat on the phone in silences for like 20 mins. After I while I just hung up. For one holding a phone is irksome. Two, I don't hold a phone to hear dead air. If I wanted to have something stuck in my ear while I listen to dead air I would use a Q-tip.
She's gone to a rodeo... Ok... What about it? Want me to dance and sing a happy rodeo song. Bah, I find myself not trusting her either for some reason. I don't know why. Maybe I just don't wanna trust her for no real reason at all. All I know is I'm irked to high hell whenever I think about her. Mind you, on the grandscale of things she hasn't done anything wrong but seem to just be present.
I can't even make this a reasonible entry, I'm so off kilter. Maybe it is the pressure of school getting to me? Maybe there is a legit reason to complain? Maybe I'm just at the point where I self-destruct the relationship as I have been known to do from time to time?
Perhaps I just need to take a step back and breath before I jump back to this aspect of life. Give myself a chance to clear my head before I do anything that I might regret.
That's all I need just a week of not having bothering with the whole matter. Mind you, I'm not talking about acting a fool and pretending I'm single. Just coming up for some air... MUCH NEEDED!
I mean at this point I could be in a totally good mood and as soon as I talk to her I feel drainned of it. Not to mention I feel the underlying need not to talk to her. SHIT why can't she lead a damn conversation rather then just sorta "uhuh" "yeah" "<6 word sentence>" repeat. All the while prattling on to her MIRC friends. Shit, these past few conversations where I refuse to lead, hell even some of the ones I lead, "click clack click clack click clack" "Hehe.. on the Message boards my MIRC friends did this that or the other thing" I REALLY DON'T CARE WHAT THE PEANUT GALLERY DOES. Nothing but a bunch of forum trolls to a dead game acting like retards. Here's an idea for them, GO LOOK AT THE FUCKING BLUE SKY!! I bet it would blow there minds, though doubt they would be able to overcome the Message Board enduced entropy... I swear, if I get another link or have to hear about that fucking forum, that I for some time now have avoided like the plague (damn near a year or more) I'm gonna murder someone.....
BAH, so much pent up anger I need to go punch something or rub one out or something... Time to breathCurrent Mood:  irate Current Music: Aenema |
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Jan. 30th, 2006 @ 12:46 pm
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Where has the time gone... Well lets see, still in school... got lots of school. Still with Mary. I quit World of Whorecrap. Blizzard can take that game and stuff it up their asses, along with the lot of backstabbers there in... I went back to FF11 and am going to also be playing RF-Online.. Assuming there is time to play either. I'm very tired all the time now.
To put some icing on that cake, I have come to fully except the fact that I prefer to sleep alone. I don't mind sharing a bed... If the bed is huge as hell. Sometimes I can sleep with another person there, it happens at random but overall, I like having a lot of room and full control of the blankets.
I've been waking up early in the morning. I know, big shock, but the thing is I'm dead tired for the whole day from this for some reason. I keep trying to go back to sleep but it never happens. I wanted to rest up these last few days before the big murderous grind of class started up.
My sheets are haunted. These were sheets I use to use when I lived in Jersey. They are very comfortable but sleeping in them causes one to have dreams of the past. Its weird, every night you relive old dreams, old events, happy, sad, it all hits you.
Aside from that, I am starting to worry about the people I care about. Be they here or not, some replacing real life with the artificial ones companies can provide. Others who are being punished for no reason other then the fact that the people around them can. Those that try to smile and act like things that happened are not a big deal even though I know they are. The list goes on.
Well, that's it for now... Drop your pants and assume the Mercenary position...
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Well, winter break, fuck lots of time on my hands... Play WoW, annoy Mary, love the weather... It's sunny out, but fuckin freezing in this appartments. Mary's roommate is a psycho about keeping it freezing in this damn place... Oh yeah, I'm now the maid... THAT'S RIGHT. D, cleans house because no one else will and I find myself unable to live in mess for too long. WoW, is down for another hour or so which means time to play WC3....
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Nov. 8th, 2005 @ 07:12 pm
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I had a weird dream last night. I can't remember a single moment of it. When I woke up I felt like I cared more about people's plight. Well maybe not more, I felt more out spoken about the plight of others. Inside, everytime I hear someone say something that, in my mind, sounds bad; I begin to feel sorry that I couldn't prevent the bad things from happening to them. I wish that I could just take badness of everyone elses life and just sorta put it on myself. I'll shoulder the miserable life while those I care about live the happiest lives that can.
I feel like shit today, an ineffective friend. I should help those I care about, after all if I don't help them then how can I say I really care about them. Those that read this, I'm sorry that life isn't everything you wanted and deserve to have; I'm sorry that I haven't made a better effort to make it that way. But you have my word, I will try to make each of your lives better. Not just as best I can but as much as you truely deserve.Current Mood: sad Current Music: Iced Earth - "Melancholy (Holy Martyr)" |
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Ever say something and then instantly regret it a lot right after? It haunts you whenever you think about it but when you look back on it later you laugh at how you got yourself into that situation with your big mouth.
Oct. 18th, 2005 @ 08:27 pm
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I'm pretty sick. It's kinda gross and painful. My throat and ears heart and I am full of flem and muckus. Consequently I haven't really done anything whenever I got home from school, unless you count taking medicine and sleeping. That's pretty much why I haven't been online for the pass few days either.
On a random note, I had a debate lab that started at 1am and just let out around 4am. Tomorrow at 9 am I have a quiz and a lecture. I know what you are thinking, stop typing this and go to be, well I'm waiting on my medicine so bite me chumps. Anyways the debate was cooler then I thought. One class that debated before was debating Xbox vs PS2 another class had to Debate Marvel vs DC comics. My class had the best topic of them all "NINJAS VS. PIRATES" We ninja fans wrapped that up pretty easily, ninjas are clearly the superior of the two. Anyways, to keep my mind off being sick and stuff leave a comment Either pro Ninjas or Pro Pirates and why you like your side better... In the end what all of you say doesn't matter ninjas are the best!
Oct. 14th, 2005 @ 03:58 am
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School has got me bustin my ass nonstop. I'm tired a lot. I found something that was very important that I lost a while ago. I'm uber happy, this time I gotta make sure I don't lose it again.
Oct. 5th, 2005 @ 07:21 pm
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BEWARE OF DOG
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From Go-Quiz.com
Sep. 13th, 2005 @ 06:59 pm
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So I found out my school has a 12% female population. Why does this matter you ask? Because I feel bad for that 12%, especially in a school that has a large geek based population. In anycase, I met my fellow students. They are power gamers to the extreme.
I thought I would feel a since of fitting in because they would be people who like video games. But it turns out I feel a bit out of place because I can't keep up with them and their psuedo video game lives. These guys are beta, alpha, powergamer, pwnzer 1337. I am not.. I sleep through most of the day but that is because one, I've always been a night owl. Two, the social world really comes to life at the light night. These guys were all talking about going to this place that is open 24-7 that allows access to online games at like 3 am.
I miss my old friends. I miss being out at 3 am drunk and stupid laughing as we go to a party. I can already tell when Angel moves down here, she and I are going to be hanging out like every weekend. Hell, Mary wants to go out and do stuff but for some reason it didn't peak my zeal. I felt like a penguin in the sahara; I just didn't want to go out.
There is nothing wrong with going out and doing things with Mary. It is more so that she couldn't keep up with me and she isn't the brothers I left behind. We drank, did ridiculous things for the sake of it being cool. Theme parks are fun but not my idea of having an eventful weekend. Then again, when Mary is here, just having her around is enough, I end up not wanting to do anything. Very confusing, no?I want to do stuff, but I want to be around her too. The ultimate solution would have been if my friends were down here I could have everything.
I did some checking up on people just to see how things are going with them but I feel detached even from the online friends I had. I worry about some of them like B, god knows what is going on with that guy. We use to talk every day but not anymore. Ben finally got his comp back so we shoot the shit every so often. I can't even remember everyone else because I haven't talked to them all in so long. I did check up on one other persons journal, I hope everything works out for the best for them. I'm probably going to put up a reply just to say hey or something.
Let's all say a prayer for the 12% lol
Aug. 28th, 2005 @ 07:21 am
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Not many updates of late so here's the run down. I've moved, I now live in Winter Park Florida which is less then 10 minutes from Orlando. Nothing else to report.
Oh yeah, it is my birthday. I'm 22, which doesn't really mean anything I guess..
Aug. 11th, 2005 @ 12:10 pm
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I'm uber excited about the future right now. My dream so close, my life is going to be different. The world has to envy me at this moment, not specifically because of my scenario but because of the general fact that I am getting a shot to turn a dream into reality. It's too much to think about sometimes.
This weekend, I hung out with Angel and Kyle a little bit on Friday. I took Angel to Coldstones and bought us some icecream. I told her she had to get the big thing of ice cream even though she didn't. I got the little cup and I couldn't even finish it. So we ate some icecream and wasted the rest. She wanted to sit hers ontop of the trash can so the birds could eat it. Buuuuuut, there were no birds so I flicked it into the can, haha.
We picked up Kyle after ice cream and we played Halo2. It was funny because none of us remembered how to play. So the first round was just us all figuring out the buttons. Kyle won every match, mostly because Angel was free points if you ask me. I came close, got down right vicious at some points. Angel managed to get some kills. Everytime she killed me I hunted her down, killed her and then would either empty a clip into her dead body or blow it up with a grenade. We had fun being dorks and staying in on a friday night. Though I am a bit concerned about her.
Inspite of all these good times and such, I haven't slept well since Thursday. When I got home from work my mom had a talk with me. More like she yelled at me but I had it coming. It left me a bit bothered because I never really let it fully sink in that everything is gone soon. The world as I know it is going to end and while a new one will be born I don't want to give up the old one. I'm excited about my dreams but in a sense, I have to die for them. I will no longer be who I was. I can honor my own memory and pay my respects by keeping intouch with those that mourn my passing but I won't be that person anymore. Everytime I try to lay down and just not think about the world, I start to itch all over. I scratch and scratch through the night, saturday night I actually scratched till my scalp and arms were bleeding.
I hope this will pass soon. Maybe it is just me dieing so the new me can be born. I hope being reborn isn't as frustrating. I don't think I could take this itching much longer. I would blame my bed but even if I try to sleep on the couch, I burst into itching. My mom yelled at me for not waking up on time this morning. She gave me a speech about how I better use an alarm clock after I move and took off before I could say, "Hey mom, I've been furiously scratching at night because I itch when I try to sleep anywhere."
Today's agenda:
Seperate all the clothing that I am going to take with me from that which I don't need.
Schedule my car for service for Thursday.
Call the school to make sure everything is 100% in order
Seven day agenda: Be ready to move by the first physically, mentally, and materially
Jul. 25th, 2005 @ 08:17 am
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Today I am writing and sending my letter resignation (aka FUCK YOU ASSHOLES I QUIT) It is a warming feeling as I try to construct the words in my mind to kick the account while it is down. See, my counterpart at another site gave her notice to quit and her last day is the 29th, which is my last day as well. I find it kinda funny, neither of us really talked to one another but we both happen to be quitting the same day. Then to top it off, one of my superiors who use to be at my level when I started, good friend, is quitting too. I'm soundly enjoying myself.
Problem now is that I gotta write this thing without at all sounding excited or angry with the company. If I could write what I really want it would look something like this:
"Dear Bitch,
You can take this shitty fucking job and choke on it. I know you haven't been working here long but in the short time you have been here you have already managed to make me hate your guts.
I'm writing this letter so you can tell the company I said fuck you cheap ass cock suckers. I will no longer be doing the work of 7 people and getting paid only 12 dollars an hour. Oh wait, I'm sorry, I forgot my yearly raise in that, $12.37. Yes, thirty seven fuckin cents was my raise for working here a year. Let's completely ignore the fact that you guys tripled my work load, try to have me spy on people, and try to act as though you are my pimp; whoring me off to do tasks that the clients don't want to do but should be doing.
You may be thinking to yourself, this guy sounds angry. You're fuckin right I'm angry! If I had 10 minutes alone with you guys not even Jesus would forgive me for what I would do. I also would like to tip my hat to you, taking $100 out of every pay check in regards to my medical benefits encase I had to stay at the hospital; then you send a letter to my house saying, "You have dental and eye but no medical." WHO THE FUCK ONLY GETS DENTAL AND EYE!?! It would make more sense if it was dental or eye that you said I didn't have. It would have taken less money away from my check if you had emoted dental or eye. You fuck faces charged me for medical insurance and then say I don't have it.
I'm going to make sure every company I work for NEVER contracts your products or your fucking services you money hording backstabbing sons of bitches. All your software is buggy and your hardware is paper thin. Your techs are so pissed off and poor from the treatment you give them that a good 95% of them don't even do their full job. I hope you like warm places you assholes cause I'm going to burn each and every one of your houses down while you are sleeping in them, THEN you're going to hell!
In summation, FUCK YOU!
-Dmitri Fuckin' Harris-"
Wow, that felt good! Sadly, I can't send that one... I really want to though. I know the one I send isn't going to be as fufilling as that one. It will probably go something like this:
"Dear Renee,
I'm sending this email to inform that as of 7/29/2005 I will be resigning from my position with the company. I will be leaving to return to college. If you have any questions for me in regards to this, please feel free to contact me via email or my desk phone. It was a pleasure to work with you and I will continue to perform my functions until the aforementioned date with complete professionalism.
-Dmitri Harris-"
That one sucks.....
I know I was suppose to have written a seven day goal a few days back but I was busy... not writing one. In anycase, I can't let myself off easy for that so two or three goals are in order for the next seven days and I already have my goal for 3 weeks from now.
This week's seven day goal: To gather all my things, get replacement contacts, get a check up at the doctor, get Angel to smile and laugh.
3 weeks from now: Make Mary smile, laugh, and forget about life for a while.
Jul. 18th, 2005 @ 08:22 am
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Your Birthdate: August 11 |
Your birth on the 11th day of the month makes you something of a dreamer and an idealist.
You work well with people because you know how to use persuasion rather than force.
There is a strong spiritual side to your nature, and you may have intuitive qualities inherent in your make up, too.
You are very aware and sensitive, though often temperamental.
Although you have a good mind and you are very analytical, you may not be comfortable in the business world.
You are definitely creative and this influence tends to make you more of a dreamer than a doer. |
Dude this thing is fuckin scary...
Jul. 8th, 2005 @ 08:20 am
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The time is close now, the end is near.... That's right it is almost time for me to leave this god forsaken place, with this rat ass awful job. I'm waiting on a reply note to confirm that school got the last of my papers. Other then that my place will be picked out by next Sunday. The week following will be the first of my last two weeks at this job.
I was suppose to play WoW with Mary yesterday but I fell asleep. I told her before I went to take my nap to call me when she got home. She did, ever so reliable. But I forgot I gave her a special ring tone that is kinda quiet and my cell was on the other side of the room so I slept through it. Given the dream I doubt I would have wanted to wake up.
7 day goal: Make at least 3 people who are important to me feel special
Jul. 6th, 2005 @ 08:06 am
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Nothing great of late but at the same time nothing bad, so rad. Sorry about the corny rhyming. Things have just been kinda going.
Sometimes I get a little worried that this is what real life is like. Life beyond my demented mindscape that makes little sense. Often times I like to bend the world in my mind, like a peice of tin. Not really change what happened but convince myself that something is so much cooler then it is. Makes each day more interesting, makes hinde sight more fun. I haven't been bending the world of late, just don't have the strength to do it of late. Life now comes at face value. There is no -est for me, never was, but I like to pretend. Reality is so boring. I find it a mircale that normal people don't shoot themselves from this bordem.
I want to escape, I know I will be in Florida soon but I am afraid life will remain this dull. I can't let that happen if things slow down like this for too long it could be come permanent. Nothing more then a case of self destruction through status quo living. Sometimes I let my mind wonder off to running. Not running away, just physically running over an open feild. I can feel my heart rate increase whenever I think about it. I don't know why that excites me, maybe it is because even though it is a field I am running straight ahead to something new.
I'm tired of computers. I should reword that... I'm tired of living through computers. I don't want to spend all my time sitting infront of a monitor when there is a world out there to live in. Living infront of the computer is condeming yourself to an unchanging life. Even down to the people you meet online, just names and sentences, not real people, unless you take that extra step. Sometimes that step is too far, sometimes you just don't want to or can't take that leap just for the sake of possible real people. I'm so glad I'm moving to Orlando. It is touristy area, I can choose to meet all kinds of real people from all different walks of life. That's what I will do, computer for class, and if there is nothing else to do, the rest of the time I am going to be part of this world. Kinda like I was so long ago, when I had a lot of friends. I miss being surrounded by people, even if they weren't those hardcore true friends. I've got my hardcore accountibles, I need people to fill the empty seats.
Goal for the next 7 days: Talk to someone I've never spoken to before.
Jun. 30th, 2005 @ 08:10 am
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So my whole family left yesterday. They won't be back till Saturday. It's pretty quiet around the house. I enjoy the solitude a bit but that house is too big to be in alone.
Lately, Mary seems pretty irratible, and I fail at being around people when they are like that. I think I am going to back up a bit and just give her space. For those of us that know it is probably the best. While a person is in overall good spirits, I seem to be a pleasure but when overall bad I seem to make it worse. Since it is my intention to be an additional source of frustration for her, I've got no other option really. We're up to the second time she has been pissed at me in the pass 3 days.
WoW is beginning to push my nerve. My once proud paladin class is starting to show its fatal flaws. My effectiveness has major gaps that I am not suppose to see for some time but they are showing clear as day. I don't want to be weak and ineffective but it seems that I have no choice. Ineffeciency seems to be springing up left and right with me the pass two weeks or so. Since I can't offer anything to a team, short of that shitty support class thing that most paladins hate, I'm going to just start flying solo for a while.
I watched Furi Kuri yesterday from start to finish, first time in a long time. That show is so weird and crazy. Atamusc is awesome, he wasn't in the show as himself much but even when he manifested in other characters he was awesome. I've been trying to really figure out what the real plot of the show is as of late. It seems like it is about a kid who tries to grow up to fast to be with this older woman but in the end he has to realize he is still just a kid. Man the kid was a snot.
Anyways, each week I plan to set a goal for myself and post it here after an entree. Nothing to serious or great, just a goal that I can easily achieve. Maybe as time goes on I will make them harder. The since of achievement should allow me to feel more confident in my everyday life.
This week's goal: Not to die in a fire
Jun. 23rd, 2005 @ 08:33 am
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So we saw Judas Priest on Saturday. It was pretty cool, we managed to get pretty close to the stage. We got turned around quite a bit. Hell, we even crossed the bridge. Once we came back across the bridge and drove around a little, we realized we were heading for the bridge again. There was no escape, doomed to pay another 3 dollars. Lucky for us, my priorities of safety, traffic laws, and respect for other people's property come after my priorities of someone else's $3 and getting to Judas Priest. I cut across some small mound, that was clearly designed to seperate the two lanes, to land in the diverging road that would take us to priest. Then i ran a red light on accident. THE FUCKIN TRAFFIC LIGHT WAS SIDEWAYS, I didn't notice that it was yellow, for some reason I didn't put it together that it was a streetlight.
Matt and I both agree that Ripper is better. Halford seems to phone it in now a days and he doesn't range. With Halford, it is all in one voice at a time. He doesn't transition or raise pitch. Talking type voice, gruff voice, wailing voice one or the other. He has to stop to change between them. At this point I think he is just getting by on the fact that he is Halford, the original lead singer. Overall, I had a good time though.
So last night Mary got super pissed. She had a bad day and decided to play WoW to wrap up the day. If there is anything I learned, NEVER play a video game if you had a really bad day. I learned this a long time ago. Depending on how pissed you are, shit might get broke. It's a simple logic that I realized; you don't do as good when you are really upset. You don't pay as much attention to the details or move as fast, you aren't even really thinking about what you are doing. Then when you lose because of this you get extra mad. Of course, you also don't want to team with me and not let me know you had a bad day until after I crack a joke about not dieing in the game. I hope she feels better today.
I got this comic book called "The Walking Dead" on Saturday. I read through it, it's pretty cool. It settles a few disputes for me about zombies. Mary says, hold up in a prison, clear it out, farm the land inside the fences, and start a small city within it. I always said go nomadic. The people in the comic book have moved into a prison after a week or two of not eating and they went back and rescued a farmer and his family to run the land. Of course the four cons in the place are nut jobs with agendas it seems. Overall, Mary seems to be right abut the prison thing, food could be scarce and out of reach for weeks as a nomad. Of course, I wouldn't list where she is right unless I were right somewhere too.
She seemed to be more along the lines of guns first when combating zombies. I personally felt guns should be a last resort. Turns out in the comic book they don't use the guns right out unless there is a controlled area, indoors, in a room of zombies. Outside they avoid firing guns because the sound attracts more zombies. So while getting a lot of ammo and guns is good, the hardware store is what will keep you from getting overrun. Hatchets, machetes, and my personal favorite, the hammer. Also remember kids, burn your dead. At this point in the comic book the cons got a shit load of guns and are kicking everyone out of the prison, not to mention that people who died that weren't bitten have been turning. It's pretty awesome I gotta get the first two books to see what lead to them getting to the prison.
I don't feel like typing anymore except maybe, Batman Begins is awesome.
Jun. 20th, 2005 @ 08:08 am
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Let's see, inspite of all the bad stuff I feel pretty good right now. I have a job (I hate), a girlfriend I love more then anything (that I can't see), an awesome car (with a dead CD player). Looking at that I have very very little to complain about.
Whether I hate my job or not it is paying me to be here. I'm not making the most money but I make good money and that's enough to tolerate for a short term of service. I'm pretty happy that I will be quitting soon and moving to sunny Orlando. I'll be going to school to do what I love and that is make and test video games. The future looks bright from here. I just have to keep my nose to the grindstone and not just go to class to pass but go there to learn. I'm good at going just to pass, if a class doesn't put me to sleep, but I get nothing out of that. I want to one day be that guy who made the game everyone owns and plays over and over again. At first, I thought I was just going because I simply had a passion for video games, yeah I do, but that isn't my only reason. I didn't realize it till I was sitting there and they were telling me about what I would walk away with.
The objective of a game is always to be fun. That is basic primary objective of any game because without that, it isn't a game. In being fun, a game is a means for people to forget about the bad things, if only for a little while. From that I take a look at myself and how tend to behave. When I know people who are close to me are upset, I tend to show up and try to get them to have fun. This is just a way for me to do this on a massive scale to help people try to cheer up and forget about their problems for alittle while. I guess it is a fool's challenge but I never was very bright.
The ever wonderful Mary, the bright spot of my all black potrait (or at least my "misconception" being justly upset). I can't even really remember much of how things were before she came into my life (but then again I have trouble remember 3 days ago). Mary without a doubt has to be the best part of everything that has happened to me. There is so much I want to do for her, so much to protect her from. Sometimes I feel as though anything I do isn't enough. It isn't her setting an expectation or giving that impression. I just feel that I should give her anything and everything this world has to offer. I bet if I did that I would still feel like I short changed her.
As of late, I've been a bit restless. I try to go to sleep and end up tossing and turning at night. I'm pretty much dead on my feet of late. As corny or weird as it sounds, I'm haunted by memories of holding her against me and kissing her. It's been hard to focus and it has left me feeling a bit lonely of late. That has pretty much lead to me calling her quite a bit lately aside from other things. Each day it gets harder and harder not being near her. I hold a lot of memories of every moment we were together and they replay in loop. I can't close my eyes without seeing them anymore. I think I'm losing my mind.
My car, needs to be washed. A bird took a monster shit on it, it's fuckin gross. That car is my baby. She treats me good, gets me around, and looks classy doing it. I owe her a wash. One thing that pisses me off is the yearly sudden breakdown of that shitty CD player. I swear to god that thing pisses me off. You can only listen to so much radio before you want to actually hear a song you like.
I was suppose to hang out with Matt this weekend but I never heard from him, guess he had to work or something. Kyle did come up, and I showed him Samurai Champloo. He thought it was pretty cool. I loaned him Fooley Cooley, he is suppose to let me know what he thinks of that. We watched the new Family Guy, fuckin hilarious. I have no idea how they got away with that stuff but I'm glad they did. In any case, I have somehow blown a half hour on this so I better wrap this shit up.
Jun. 13th, 2005 @ 08:23 am
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