Today i found my molskine journal from high school. I read all of it and now I'm pretty confused. Was I really this way? I was so hopeful, what happened there? The last few pages read like a mission statement. Its almost funny how wise I thought I was.
Here's my "highschool meaning of life, the world, and everything" re-typed:
It's always fun going back and reading our older writings. I remember that was my class' "big" project in 8th grade...Black boxes. We wrote journals every Monday and Friday and at the end wrapped them all up in a big sheet of black paper (Hence the name black box). The final step was to store them away and on our high school graduation, open them up and read them. It was really nice to take that little step back into time and remember some of the good times I had forgotten about
I haven't the patience and/or energy to talk about myself lately but I shall try...
My roomate is fucking some girl he brought home from the bar VERY LOUDLY in his room and no head phones known to man can block out the sound. It only makes me think of my own issues with my on-again-off-again-lover. I have to shake my head to get rid... Read More
And I heard tires screaching but I didnt see a thing so I continued to drive at my speed (75 mph). I noticed a Rav4 off to the shoulder in the distance and I continued on thinking that was the comotion I heard. The red van in front of me moves around... Read More
Suppose this someone you have been seeing for quite some time hasn't had sex with you in 6 months. Suppose you decide to discuss this in a non-confrontational manner. Your partner then proceeded to tell you to "go fuck someone else," and you considered it. Hypothetically speaking, what if you took them up on this offer? Suppose you did go... Read More
Well technically you wouldn't be having your cake and eating it. I think you'd be holding your cake but be forced to bite into that scone in your other hand...
