So I guess I don't have a whole lot to say right now, but saying something is better than saying nothing.
First off, I went to a preview screening of the movie (500) Days of Summer. GO SEE THIS MOVIE. It was fucking great. I loved it. Easily jumped into my top 10, if not top 5, within the first half hour. So, so good. No joke. Worth the money to see it as soon as you can.
I've been writing and working out again. At the very least, I'm switching every other day with the two. I've just been drinking too much lately, and not only is that making me more out of shape, it's dulling my brain. I need to stay sharp. I need to stay focused.
This leads me to my next point. I was out at the bar with my friends, Jack and Mike, tonight, and I've come to the conclusion that not only is it a bad idea to try to meet girls at a bar, but it's fucking pointless and (at least for me) close to impossible. I interacted with two woman tonight: one being an older woman who demanded to see my I.D. to prove I was 21, and the other a cute redhead who, without a word, walked straight up to me, pet my sideburns a bit, smiled, and walked off. What the fuck. Does shit like that happen to other people? And even if I hadn't been so stunned by the situation itself to say anything, I probably wouldn't have spoken a word anyway. I just CAN'T talk to women. And trust me, I've tried at places other than bars, and I always just end up feeling like a fucking creep. I can't stand it. So I keep my mouth shut and my head down unless someone seems interested in talking to me. Which is suicide.
My summer is almost over, and ultimately I'm disappointed in what I've managed to accomplish.
On the 20th, my dad and I begin our road trip to Spokane, WA, to move my sister back to Ohio. If anyone has any thoughts of things to stop and do or see, or late night bars to hit up across the Northern states between the inglorious Midwest and the Coast, I'm all ears. I need an adventure desperately, even if it means making some excessively bad decisions. I don't care anymore. I need to feel something.
Well, I suppose that's it for now. In my intoxication, I must admit I doubt that this will even be read, and if so, it will warrant no response from you, kind reader. So if nothing else, do take good care of yourself, dear. And try your best to be happy. Because if you waste as much time as I do being fucked up and miserable... well, it's not much of a life.
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First off, I went to a preview screening of the movie (500) Days of Summer. GO SEE THIS MOVIE. It was fucking great. I loved it. Easily jumped into my top 10, if not top 5, within the first half hour. So, so good. No joke. Worth the money to see it as soon as you can.
I've been writing and working out again. At the very least, I'm switching every other day with the two. I've just been drinking too much lately, and not only is that making me more out of shape, it's dulling my brain. I need to stay sharp. I need to stay focused.
This leads me to my next point. I was out at the bar with my friends, Jack and Mike, tonight, and I've come to the conclusion that not only is it a bad idea to try to meet girls at a bar, but it's fucking pointless and (at least for me) close to impossible. I interacted with two woman tonight: one being an older woman who demanded to see my I.D. to prove I was 21, and the other a cute redhead who, without a word, walked straight up to me, pet my sideburns a bit, smiled, and walked off. What the fuck. Does shit like that happen to other people? And even if I hadn't been so stunned by the situation itself to say anything, I probably wouldn't have spoken a word anyway. I just CAN'T talk to women. And trust me, I've tried at places other than bars, and I always just end up feeling like a fucking creep. I can't stand it. So I keep my mouth shut and my head down unless someone seems interested in talking to me. Which is suicide.
My summer is almost over, and ultimately I'm disappointed in what I've managed to accomplish.
On the 20th, my dad and I begin our road trip to Spokane, WA, to move my sister back to Ohio. If anyone has any thoughts of things to stop and do or see, or late night bars to hit up across the Northern states between the inglorious Midwest and the Coast, I'm all ears. I need an adventure desperately, even if it means making some excessively bad decisions. I don't care anymore. I need to feel something.
Well, I suppose that's it for now. In my intoxication, I must admit I doubt that this will even be read, and if so, it will warrant no response from you, kind reader. So if nothing else, do take good care of yourself, dear. And try your best to be happy. Because if you waste as much time as I do being fucked up and miserable... well, it's not much of a life.
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missred:
i like creeps, just not the 40 something ones who just want to see you naked. cute young creeps tho, i like. i enjoyed your short a few blogs ago. i assume you are the writer that is. i want to see more if was in fact you and also if sharing is something you do regularly. i am too shy about my writing to show. i dont write stories bc i cant keep my mind striaght enough to finish one. same way with books. im reading 3 right now. all a different genre but all very good so far. with all your art outlets, why are you so "fucked up and miserable"? you dont have to answer that, you just intrest me.
user209834982:
My brain dulls over the summer. I need school.