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22 August 2006 @ 08:28 pm
Time used to be something I didn't worry about. In fact, I used to not worry about anything! I was in complete bliss and was never troubled.

This is my senior year. I don't know where I want to go or what I want to do with myself. Can you major in 'Happiness' in college? Is there a way I can travel whilst not spending money? All of my time is limited. Constantly, I find myself working in some form or another. Constantly, I'm glancing at the clock. Even the time I spend with friends is played by the hour, the minute, the second. What happened to sprawling out in the grass, no shoes on and shading your eyes from the sun? Is this how life is going to be until I graduate...from high school, college? Until I find a job and work the same set of hours five days a week?

I don't want it to be like this. I want to be able to write a story, on my own time! Or draw, or read, to get enough sleep. All of this college stuff is irking me to no end. I want to go somewhere amazing, but why must my SAT scores be up to par? Recently, I read an excerpt from "Self-Reliance" by Ralph Waldo Emerson. And I realized that I do rely on a lot of people. Those said people don't necessarily do things for me, but in a way I expect them to. I know how to do things for myself, and it's what I AM doing right now.

Why don't I have time to worry about the environment?!

Obviously I'm a crazed secondary education student that likes to whine and moan about life. This is true. I am extremely stressed out. More than anything in the world I'd like to lay down, close my eyes, and do nothing. No me gusta trabajador. That's a lie. I do work hard. Everyday.

Ten minutes went by writing this, maybe I can squeeze in fifteen minutes of lying down, and then resume my household chores.
Current Mood: exhaustedExhausted!
11 August 2006 @ 11:53 pm
I just had some good times at Rosewood Manor. A couple of hours doing nothing productive whatsoever... Sounds good to me.

By nothin productive whatsoever I mean:

drum circle
watching people drive
"weight lifting"
camera phone
aqua teen hunger force
onion and green pepper pizza
hallelujah halleluuujaaah song
laughing alot
bob dylan

School starts on Monday and I'm wondering if my schedule will work out? Blake won't return my call. I left him two messages. Hahaha, I'm annoying. DX

Today was band practice. It was only Jessie, me, Jeremey and Thom this time. So we did a lot of sing songs and figuring out new songs and recording songs. I can kind of do Bill Cheatum. Just not fast. And I made up a song about leavin' home and roaming around.

At Black Dog, met this cool guy "Padrick" that likes science and was sudoko'ing. Had some Chai and talked with good friends.

Sums that up.
Current Mood: bitchyCRAMPS
08 August 2006 @ 08:25 pm
I have this strange instinct.

I don't want anyone in my territory if I don't know them. Maybe I'm the reincarnation of a wilderbeast. But some guys came over to my house to do the carpet and I just had to leave. So I went to Border's, but they weren't letting anyone in because the computers were down. Thom was there though. So we chatted it up.

The other day I spent a lot of good time with Jessie. We went shopping and went to FSU to get my card, ran around a lot, picked some and watched The Producers with Liz and Mary. That is a wacked up movie. It's good though. I fell asleep listening to her strumming the mandolin.

The day before the other day, hehehehe.

You know, I was watching TV, and I am very dissapointed in William Shatner. Where did he go wrong? If he would have just dug a hole and lived in it, no one would be making fun of him. What is he doing?! Priceline? Some show on Comedy Central where he makes fun of himself? It makes me ashamed to watch Star Trek. Well, not really. On Voyager, is Captain Janeway really a bad actress? Someone said that she was, and I just can't see it. I think she's awesome.
Current Mood: contentI'm Cool.
06 August 2006 @ 12:35 am
This whole livejournal thing is crazy. But it's just so crazy...that I'm gonna keep doin' it.

My brother got back today from D.C. and was telling me about how he had to sit next to this big guy on the airplane. He said the guy was so big he couldn't put the armrest down. But here's the thing. Usually when you go to sit in your seat, the armrest is up. If you're the first one there, the best thing to do is quickly put it down. That way you don't feel embarrased when the other person sits down, and you're both sitting there with no armrest. That is the worst. Then you're just feeling uncomfortable for the whole trip. Although, if you get there second and the armrest is up, try to slip in and "accidently" ley your elbow hit the armrest, do it discreetly. You don't want to make the other person feel bad. Because honestly, if I was sitting down with the armrest up and some person just waltzes into my row and just puts the armrest down, I'm going to feel offended. Well, not really. I'll probably just be glad someone had the guts to do it.

Hung out with Eddie Murder today. I don't know if we spent more than twenty minutes at the several places we hit. Interpol is good.

Current Mood: awake80% Full
04 August 2006 @ 11:38 pm
All that we are is the result of what we have thought. The mind is everything. What we think, we become.
- Maharishi Mahesh Yogi

I believe the reason of creating a new journal is: to not start completely over, but to completely start over. This makes sense in another dimension.

My faults have been realized (by me) to a new extent. I won't go into detail, because I don't want to sound like an idiot (which is far too often). Right now, I'm just going to accept my faults. Sooner or later I'll figure out the best way to deal with them. Who knows. I might end up doing what I normally do. And that is laying in my bed, staring at the odd crack in the ceiling, and analyzing myself. You know, seperating who I am into parts and studying their interrelations.

If I were to make myself a better person, it would never be for someone else. There are plenty of people I know that I wouldn't want to be or act like in a regular female lifespan and beyond (if reincarnation is fact).

I think: If you want to see yourself on the right road, you have to do the right things.

And the right things differ for each person.
Current Mood: creativeCreativo.