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Wednesday, May 2nd, 2007

Subject:~Friends only~
Time:8:52 pm.
Mood: geeky.
Music:Mindless Self Indulgence.


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Wednesday, July 23rd, 2003

Subject:hmph
Time:12:51 pm.
Mood: contemplative.
Music:dashboard confessional --Jamie (cover).
Alright, life takes the piss lately. Maybe I'll write more about things thata re happening later.
Today I got laughed at by the chinese at China Wok when i went to pick up food with my brother in the car, i think they are on to me.
those crafty motherfuckin chinese. i think they can read my mind.
i swear i heard the guy say 'dfsfg dagfdfr svvxcdfw sbvifng LOSER dfgoij sadoijg'.
hmmmmm
Well then I went for a walk by myself, and I found myself turning every understandable thought i had into a poem that I'd quickly recite to myself and then completely forget.
was just odd.
I was gonna go walk at 3 a.m when I woke up but I was a bit scared. plus no doubt my mom would have heard me. but you know? fuck it, it didn't matter at that moment.
But see, I don't like walking alone in the dark without having someone to hold on to really close, that way if i get grabbed on to by some scary motherfucker, i can be like, hah, youre comin with me.
Actually though, I wouldn't mind it if i had a knife with me or something, but I don't so..yeah..I waited until about 6;45 a.m before I took off walking.
so then i got online and had a very interesting conversation with someone which has really got me thinking now.
does it really matter how well we live as long as life feels like its worth living?
I kept asking myself this over and voer until I realzied, no, it doesn't, but there is such a thing as survival and nobody ever got anything worth getting handed to them without a bit of effort.
and frankly, at this point, i dont know if I want to be a computer engineer, i dont know what the fuck i want to do, but i know whatever it is im not going to enjoy myself, and that realization fucking blows, because ive spent most of my life not enjoying myself, the part of my life where its supposed to be easy to do, i managed to fuck it up.
meh. I think too much.
but i must go on.hmmm
what is worth getting besides waking up and looking forward to the rest of your day?
gr. well, I had a conversation today early with someone. I fidn this to be one of the most important covnersations i have ever had with this person.
Try to guess if you think you know who it is.
BTW if you read this no rude comments...please.

Somebody told me:Start reading )
And then "?" logged off.
Or blocked me.
*sighs*
I guess I AM just too much to deal with sometimes eh?
Sorry for those of you who deal with me... later
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