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| Beagle147 (profile) wrote, on 1-14-2004 at 7:42pm | |
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| I've been trying to think of something to say since the last time I updated, but there's nothing to say. Haven't had a whole lot to say recently. Listening, I suppose. Lemme tell ya, it's a bit dangerous. But if you don't have anything to say, what can you do but listen? I love how people are given three options in this...talking, listening, or complete removal from society. Seems there should be something more to it. Atleast in my opinion. Because at this point, I have nothing to say, and I can hardly remove myself from the situation. I'm forced to listen. Not that like I don't want to listen to what my friends have to say, you're missing the point. Perhaps I missed the point too. Took les chiens to the dog beach last weekend.. I can't remember if I've written about this before or not. Oh well, if I have, here it is again, and if you don't want to read it again, go to the next paragraph. Long drive, wrong directions, long walk with two dogs down A1A with no sidewalk, then we finally got to the dog beach. I took both dogs down on their leashes to the water, fully expecting hershey to be scared out of her mind, because the dog doesn't even like a bath, but Sasha, she loves to swim. I was expecting her to go nuts and love it. I never thought about the waves. They scared the hell out of her. I'd lead her down to where the water just was, then she'd run away trying not to get hit by a wave. Quite amusing, actually. I went into the water a bit, and got her to stick her paws in. Then I got a tennis ball and gave Hershey back to my mom. Put Sasha on the retractable leash and threw the ball a little bit into the water. She ran after it, and discovered that the waves were no more than moving water. Next throw was out in about 3 feet of water and she just swam right out to get it. After a few throws I took her off her leash, but left her harness thingy on, having never had her off leash in a non-fenced place. She's so obsessed with tennis balls, she barely left my side. We played fetch in the water for hours, she was so amazed. After about 10 minutes of off-leash though, I took her harness off, since it was serving no purpose really and it was getting all sandy. But the beach is Sasha's new favorite thing. She loved running in the water, digging in the sand, the whole nine yards. Hershey was, well, she's a beagle, what can I say.. My mom, like an idiot, listens to this lady who is there with her dog, who has never seen hershey before in her life, when she tells her to let hershey off the leash. Now hershey doesn't run away, but she goes at a pace a little faster than my mom does, smelling everything. Before you knew it, she was a good 25 yards away, too far for comfort. I had to go chase her down three times before my mom was finally convinced that random people at the dog beach are probably not the most reliable source for dog training information. The whole day though, I only saw about 4 other dogs, no more than 3 at one time. So it was pretty good. Now I hear they are closing the one in Boynton that we went to, but there is one in Fort Lauderdale. Hmm.. I'm sick of school. I have decided this, as I sit here, at 8:00 at night, having done no homework. There is no way I'm going to finish all the Zen reading for tomorrow. I still have chem hw to do and look up freaking vocab words. Grr. Christmas break was like nothing. Not that I didn't have fun, but it does not feel at all like I was out of school for two weeks. Well, what are ya gonna do.. I'm getting increasingly annoyed at some friends. Not naming names, not like they read this, but still. It's just getting to me. I spend every waking hour either at school or doing schoolwork. I think I see some of my friends too much. It's getting to that point where I just need a break from some people. I'm like that though. It's not like I hate them or don't want to be their friend anymore or anything like that, it's just I have issues seeing the same people every day for months, talking about the same things, complaining about the same things, etc. Not that I'm one to talk about being in a rut, I'm famous in the band room for having the same thing for lunch every single day, but in things like people, I just need something different. Maybe it's not even the people themselves, but just general discontent for what's going on. Everything has just turned into one big monotony. I feel like I'm going nowhere, but at the same time am going too fast. I feel so old, but at the same time feel like I have made no progress. I am working too hard to be doing nothing with my life. What have I done for the past 17 years? Have I accomplished anything at all? For too many people, 17 years is a lifetime. How would that be? To accomplish nothing in your whole life. I feel like we are constantly preparing for our next step of life. When are we going to get there? It's like we are headed towards some invisible destination which can be seen by no one. It seems so pointless to me. I mean, if you think about it, I'm going to be in school until I'm like 25, atleast. Is it worth it? I'll barely be working as long as I will have been in school. What the hell is up with that? Have you ever thought about that before? You spend nearly as long preparing for something as you do actually doing it. I feel like it's all a big waste of time. Maybe it is. Who knows.. I'll get over it. Do you have the time To listen to me whine About nothing and everything, all I want I am one of those Melodramatic fools Neurotic to the bone, no doubt about it Sometimes I give myself the creeps Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me It all keeps adding up I think I'm cracking up Am I just paranoid Or am I stoned? |
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SeraphimRhapsody | 01-14-04 11:01pm I can see a point. At least what I understand to be a point.
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DragonSpeaker | something ToK-ish., 01-15-04 6:16pm I view life as a temporary annoyance, even if I sometimes forget that myself. There will always be another step and one after and more yet to come until one day you find yourself at the top of the stairway. What you see over the edge of that last stair is really your choice, but in order to reach it, you must pass through death.
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Beagle147 | Re: something ToK-ish., 01-18-04 1:17am ah, psych.. Amanda, you should do this for a living, or atleast "stop giving out free advice."
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