So I think I am addicted to eel and avocado bowls.
I finally went back to the gym...didn't work out as well as I would have liked. My kick is seriously fucked and I don't know why. Like so many other places(probably sg soon enough) I think I'm feeling like I shouldn't even bother trying to make friends. If it happens, so be it.
For some reason a sense of dissapointment has settled over me. It's hard to say that I wish I was more important, because I have a natural aversion to outright selfishness. Which is a lie. Maybe I just feel like I don't deserve attention. But of course I do feel like I deserve the attention, because, after all, I'm fucking dissapointed.
My samich recipe went unnoticed. Which is cool. Cause it was a good god damn samich.
I think I am seriously addicted to Degrassi. I unconsciously stayed up long enough to watch it. Now, I'm going to smoke and watch an hour of it. It's like reliving a wonderful, adventuresome childhood.
One of the happiest times in my life: High school, first half of senior year. I was 17.
My mom would wake me up with a phone call. I would fall back asleep and eventually wake up to Mancow's Morning Madhouse.(i believe it was still on 103.5 then)
Jump in the minivan. motherfucking 1990 Plymouth Voyager, bitches. May she rest in peace(fucking deer!)
Get to school late. Attendance ladies don't give a shit because I have perfect attendance and after 4 years that shit is impressive.
After school I hang with Heather on her trampoline. (she's in my pics folder.)
Get together with Ashley, my girlfriend. Figure out some place to fuck and take care of that. No easy task at age 17.
Drop Ashley at her place. Go over to Dan's and play D&D with Mike and Dave. The winter was the best. We would walk out barefoot in the snow to get logs for the fire. Minestrone soup and bread.
It was a really great time.
Followed swiftly by me dumping Ashley for no good reason, immersing myself in Counterstrike, fucking some stupid girl I shouldn't have fucked(who wasn't even good...), getting one of the worst jobs I've ever had, punching my windshield($200 gone...), having a wierd summer. Then, of course, LA...college...going straightedge...parents' divorce.
Being angry for 3 straight years.
I had some other good sumers. Those rivalled the time I described above.
I guess shit can always get better. You just never know when. I don't even know if there is any control over it.
meh.
Wow. This was some sort of therapy. ech.
I finally went back to the gym...didn't work out as well as I would have liked. My kick is seriously fucked and I don't know why. Like so many other places(probably sg soon enough) I think I'm feeling like I shouldn't even bother trying to make friends. If it happens, so be it.
For some reason a sense of dissapointment has settled over me. It's hard to say that I wish I was more important, because I have a natural aversion to outright selfishness. Which is a lie. Maybe I just feel like I don't deserve attention. But of course I do feel like I deserve the attention, because, after all, I'm fucking dissapointed.
My samich recipe went unnoticed. Which is cool. Cause it was a good god damn samich.
I think I am seriously addicted to Degrassi. I unconsciously stayed up long enough to watch it. Now, I'm going to smoke and watch an hour of it. It's like reliving a wonderful, adventuresome childhood.
One of the happiest times in my life: High school, first half of senior year. I was 17.
My mom would wake me up with a phone call. I would fall back asleep and eventually wake up to Mancow's Morning Madhouse.(i believe it was still on 103.5 then)
Jump in the minivan. motherfucking 1990 Plymouth Voyager, bitches. May she rest in peace(fucking deer!)
Get to school late. Attendance ladies don't give a shit because I have perfect attendance and after 4 years that shit is impressive.
After school I hang with Heather on her trampoline. (she's in my pics folder.)
Get together with Ashley, my girlfriend. Figure out some place to fuck and take care of that. No easy task at age 17.
Drop Ashley at her place. Go over to Dan's and play D&D with Mike and Dave. The winter was the best. We would walk out barefoot in the snow to get logs for the fire. Minestrone soup and bread.
It was a really great time.
Followed swiftly by me dumping Ashley for no good reason, immersing myself in Counterstrike, fucking some stupid girl I shouldn't have fucked(who wasn't even good...), getting one of the worst jobs I've ever had, punching my windshield($200 gone...), having a wierd summer. Then, of course, LA...college...going straightedge...parents' divorce.
Being angry for 3 straight years.
I had some other good sumers. Those rivalled the time I described above.
I guess shit can always get better. You just never know when. I don't even know if there is any control over it.
meh.
Wow. This was some sort of therapy. ech.