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2006 21 February :: 10.12pm
:: Mood: listless
:: Music: pink floyd - shine on you crazy diamond
cautionary tales of mischief and malevolence
garg. life hasn't been exceptionally hard lately, but i've been exceptionally slow. not stupid. just slow, if that makes sense.
another wonderful talk last night. that girl amazes me. and she listens, and doesn't stop me from rambling. which i keep telling her is dangerous. apparently she begs to differ.
i have a Deutsch Prüfung tomorrow at ten. that should be fun. but no class thurs. or fri. morning... das ist sehr gut. und mittwoch abend, ich will mit shannon treffen. ich treffe mit sie gern. wir sind fernsehen und Film sehen. das ist auch sehr gut.
oh, and i'm totally whoring up the intertron.
so, my woohu is spud.
my facebook is chris best
my myspace is chris
my open diary is space3monkey
my live journal is space3monkey
i still will only really use woohu. but i opened up the other ones to keep tabs on a certain someone.
oh and i'm also on the GVSU harry potter club boards. and mive, of course.
now i may NEVER EVER get anything done. maybe.
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2006 21 February :: 2.45pm
Turns out I have to reschedule my knee surgery for the third time.
Thank my sister for that one.
Her and Derrick decided like 3 or 4 days ago to get married in 3 WEEKS instead of in like 8 months..
Can't complain too much, I'm the Maid of Honor. And I get to wear jeans!
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2006 19 February :: 11.59pm
:: Mood: sleepy sleepy
:: Music: the printer
my weekend
it was a good weekend. friday... radio show, party at hunter's. that was good fun. saturday morning was band practice. then we came back here and shannon made some awesome chicken noodle soup, and kevin made empenadas. took kevin home, crashed at shannon's last night. five o clock this morning the fire alarm went off. that was obnoxious. and cold. but hey. nothing to put you to sleep like a really huge adrenaline rush. except for not.
and then today, just hung out. tried feebly to do some homework. read some. took shannon and sarah to see brokeback mountain. i didn't actually go in though, i sat in the lobby and did some honors reading. still not done though. but yeah. on the way there i spun the truck on a patch of black ice... that was fun. but i managed to not hit anything or kill anybody, so that much was good. and then the truck was acting up on the way home. it got gradually better, but it's something to do with the throttle, or the spark advance or something. just, something's not working right, and so i'll open up the throttle, but the engine won't rev... or the rev will be really inconsistent. or i'll hold the throttle and all of a sudden the rev will jump like mad. which, that one is kind of fun, because it's like somebody pushed the NOS button or something. but still, i don't like that i can't control it. i'm not sure what the problem is, but i don't have time to deal with it right now. i'll just not rely on the truck at the moment.
ryan came to practice saturday, that went pretty well. and i'm soon to be the official full time back up drummer for souls of rhythm, and that should be fun. he's gonna call me sometime this week. gaaa.
sleepy time. i wish. homework time. yup.
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2006 17 February :: 3.20pm
The weather sucks. But everyone already knows that.
My power went out when I was frosting Andrew's cake.
Sucked major ass, not going to lie about it.
Everytime the power would come back on, I'd start frosting it again, and the power would go back off.
So I lit some candles. Still wasn't enough light.
And Mike being the sweetheart he is, went out to my car in the shitty fucking weather to get a flashlight for me.
I finally go to sleep about 7:30 after we ordered pizza and attempted to watch a movie while my power would go off for a few seconds and then come back on for 10 and go off for a few seconds and come back on for 30 and go back off for a few seconds..
I get up, take a shower and start getting ready for work and I grabbed my phone to call my mom, and I see I have a voicemail.
The voicemail was from Katelyn telling me that her mom (who works in human resources) said I wasn't expected to report to work and to start calling all the people I could from both plants and tell them the same thing.
So Mike and I called all the people we could which took about 25 minutes.
He left me to go to work to tell people there that they could go home.
Dick never came back, him and Matt went to the bar.
So finally about 3:30 I fell back to sleep on my living room floor, waking up at about 6.
Called Mike at like 7 so he could come keep me company.
Talked on my phone with Andrews dad for about 2 hours.
Mike showed up and we went to Langston to his moms house and that was chaos.
And now I am sitting at my dads using his computer.
Drinking a smoothie.
Waiting for Andrew, Katelyn, Dustyn and Karley to get here to get his cake.
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2006 16 February :: 9.03am
So yeah, It's been awhile. Monday I will have internet. Finally. I will finally have something else to do on those sleepless days, other than clean, and eat or watch the same movies over again.
Mike and I aren't back together.
Still 'working things out'.
He comes over all the time.
We spend a lot of time togehter. Not nearly as much as before.
However, it works. He's a big sweetheart.
We spent most of Valentines day together. I enjoyed it.
He brought me dinner yesterday.
I have a really bad headache. And I have to bake a cake.
Work sucks.
I don't go to school.
I am bored of this already.
Bye.
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2006 15 February :: 10.10pm
:: Music: wgvu jazz
hrm...the 'dust' one made me laugh...
Froy Marriage Rating = -340
"Generally speaking, no woman with an FR of under 250 can be recommended, especially to our less experienced friends. FR-minus women are out from the start."
Approximate Risk of Marriage = 100%
http://kevan.org/froytest.cgi
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2006 15 February :: 5.34pm
:: Music: Chili Peppers - Soul to squeeze
this song is exactly how i feel about life right. i need to take it slow.
im not going to school right now. im going back this fall though. i dont think im mentally ready to start a career. i want to take time and enjoy life. not make it all about going to school and making as much money as possible. living on your own for like however many months its been has given me lots of time to think about life. i think eventually i might move out to cali, continue life out there. post high-school life is exactly what people said it would be. i havnt heard anything from anyone whom i used to hold as important to me. its kind of sad to watch such good friendships just end. foods done, i want some. peace.
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2006 15 February :: 3.33pm
3:33!!!
yeah, that's all i've got.
aside from a shitpile of homework, as per usual.
which means i think i'm going to go get some money out of the bank. which i have ceased putting money into. and then i will proceed to spend said money on other people. and prophylactic lubricant. and food. in other words, everything a growing boy needs. although, not necessarily in that order.
ƒ£¢€$
P.S. Check out http://www.woohu.com/~spud and see the funny quote of the day! today's isn't that great though. but still. it's something fun i added to my journal. and it's all in german. if anyone knows the coding to get all the other stuff in german, that would be way super fun!
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2006 12 February :: 10.25pm
:: Mood: überfrohlich
:: Music: kein Musik
blah blah blah
don't remember what my last update was. if i didn't mention it, president's ball was friday. that was fun. i got to dress up in my suit again. i realized i need a light grey shirt with a full collar and requires cufflinks, though...
yesterday we (shannon) basically lazed around all day. then went downtown for coffee and a walk. that was super cool. then today we went to the museum. which was also super cool. but i told her i need a breather... and she should need one too. so, we're planning on seeing the vagina monologues on tuesday. i'll hopefully manage to resist the urge to call her until then.
it's just that i need to focus on homework for awhile. and it's not that when she's around she demands that much attention, or any attention at all really, it's just that i lack the discipline to ignore the fact that she's here and she's entertaining herself and i need to get shit done. especially when it's shit i don't want to do. like write a history paper. or study for a stats test. or study for a german quiz. or write a german essay. or read a novel for honors.
speaking of which, my homework beckons.
i'm glad professor place is taking things into his own hands and ditching the auf geht's curriculum. the whole "immersion" thing is cool and all, but really, i need to know some grammar structure as well. that way i can recognize when things are past tense. or figure out what the subject is. like, i didn't even know "Hausaufgaben" was plural until like ten mins. ago. that's some serious bullshit. but i am definitely learning a lot from him, and i very much want to go to germany now. for serious. just to live and talk to people and stuff. by which i mean, listen to people, since i would be far too ashamed to talk. and they all speak english anyway.
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2006 12 February :: 8.57am
Hey, look.
I'm not dead in a gutter somewhere!
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2006 10 February :: 11.33am
:: Mood: kinda sleepy
:: Music: n/a
so, president's ball tonight. should be fun. but now i have to do homework for my 2pm class. and after that, i'm at the radio station for 3 hours. i'm doing a 3pm show, and my normal 5pm show. if you'd care to listen, http://www.wcks.org/
after that is dinner and dancing. and i really should iron my shirt and stuff. but i guess i'll have to go without. i think i'll wear the prom outfit though. i hope it's here. i may have left it at home. which would be teh suck.
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i'm surprised nobody mentioned the nude woman smothered in guacamole.
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2006 8 February :: 4.00pm
:: Mood: asi-asi
:: Music: Aerosmith - Dream On
this may prove dangerous...
*edit* let me know if you want to know what i searched... lol *edit*
Instructions:
- Visit: http://images.google.com.
- Search for:
1) Where you grew up.
2) Where you live now.
3) Your name
4) Your grandmother's name
5) Your favorite food.
6) Your Favorite Drink
7) Your Favorite Song
8) Your favorite smell.
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Christopher Best studied composition under Edward Cowie (Lancaster), HughWood (Cambridge) and Nigel Osborne (Nottingham). He now divides his timebetween freelance composition and working as Senior Lecturer and Reader inMusic Composition at Dartington College of Arts in Devon. He has receivednumerous awards and scholarships, including Northern Ireland's 'Sonorities'composition prize and a four month Danish Government grant to work at theCopenhagen Conservatoire.Much of his more recent work has been in collaboration with choreographersand dance companies, such as Scottish Dance Theatre, Jamaican NationalDance, Kaleidoscope Dance Project and Bimba Dance Theatre. This has led in turn to related education work in cross-media collaboration; directing theComposers/Choreographers Exchanges at the South Bank in London in 1998 and 2000, and in Madrid in 2001 and 2002. He has also contributed articles toDance Theatre Journal and Animated Magazine. Chris is also established as a concert composer, recent work taking much from the experiences of working with dance. spnm invited him to write a piece for the 1997 Spitalfields Festival, and other compositions (including Another Kind of Air, Rossetti Dances and Moonlighting) have been selected by the reading panel. Recent compositions include a large-scale orchestral piece for Kokoro, a 60 minute CD Waking Dance and How Great, How Fall'n written for the John Armitage Memorial concert series and premiered earlier this year at St Bride's church in London.
"Police dog Kaiser and his handler, police officer Christopher Best, keep an eye on train travellers in Washington."
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okay, so the alcoholism has to show through at some point, i suppose...
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^ totally bizarre... ^
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... hm, i suppose i deserve this for some reason?
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there you have it. all of my innermost thoughts betrayed by google image search.
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2006 8 February :: 1.54am
:: Mood: ugh...
prepare for me to slaughter some german...
ich habe ein Deutsch prüfung um 10 uhr.
aber, meine freundin ist SEHR cool. sie ist interessant und humorvoll und intelligent. und wir knudeln immer... ; ) (das war für Tracey)
aber manchmal, ich frage warum wir zusammen sind.
also... ich denke immer, aber ich weiß nie.
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2006 6 February :: 3.57pm
:: Mood: exasperated... frustrated with myself
:: Music: the 13th warrior (jim's watching it)
ahem, superbowl.
so, this stereo sounds pretty damn sweet in my little cave under my bed.
i got not a whole lot done last night, as anticipated. at some point you'd think i would have to quit raping my own asshole with procrastination, but apparently that's not the case. i guess i have the anus that takes a licking and likes it.
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yuck.
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moving on,
we.
..urm..
... that's all i have.
okay. well i have more. but the thought hasn't completely gestated at this point, and i'd like to wait until it has matured further before i attempt to convey it. otherwise the risk of misinterpretation is heightened substantially.
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2006 5 February :: 12.17pm
:: Mood: chill
:: Music: incubus - morning view
this is mostly for my benefit... don't expect it to make sense.
i hope this isn't out of line or anything. but it helps me to get things in perspective.
"right now is such i wierd time... i really think this weekend was a digression or soemthing back to something. it will probably take a while to get beck to where i was which i think is a bad thing. hmmm... i hate to think i am the type of person who needs a seginificant other to be happy but i am begining to think i am. i just need there to be someone who i know is there and will be there for me. but then agian. that might just be what i think i need and not actually what i need at all, and when i get it i might still be depressed and that would suck alot too, i just need to find someway to be happy because all of my efforts as of late are not working all that well.
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maybe some boys do want me to be more then their object they can use when it suits them.
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you know it is nice to have a reason to smile everyday... i just have to hope that i don't get crushed
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he says he really wants to get to know me, doesn't want to start anything physical before he gets to know me more. he doesn't just want me as an object, that is refreshing and new, wonderful. hesitant. too good to be true
he came over last night at like 8 and took me away from my homework, and we basically hung out untill 2 this afternoon
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i have a poor pathetic habit of writing everything i am feeling in these blog things and not really telling people what i think/feel which i think might someday be important
that is why i have so many knots in my back
it's because i hold everything in and let no emotions out
i should work on that
i should get better at that
i should
i should
i might
i might not
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i should use some sort of name to decifer between the he's that i talk about. instead of just assuming i will remember which boy is on my mind at any one point in time, becauswe it is so rare that it is always the same one.
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i'm happy. happy in a way that i haven't been in more then a year.
chew on that one for a while.
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i'm not even sure what i want to say.. just wow. this is good. this makes me happy. he seems to be everything i look for... why do feel like i am waiting for somethign to go wrong.
because it always does
silly shannon get those thoughts out of your head. this is a good thing."
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okay, so...
i don't really have much to say. i mean, i have a lot that i'm thinking about... but no real thoughts to articulate at this point. merely idle musings. but still, they won't be idle forever...
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2006 4 February :: 12.41pm
:: Mood: static ... i think
:: Music: incubus - a crow left of the murder
FNWHF
yet another successful edition of "friday nights with hunter falk".
she met mom and bruce last night. i met her folks today. that was pretty cool. mom and bruce seemed to like her. and her parents were nice too. a little less forward than mine, perhaps, but that's to be expected. not everybody's parents are insane... i must remember that.
bowling tonight. always fun. mom gave me $30, because she's super-duper awesome like that, so i might actually be able to pull it off. for the afternoon, i think i'll do laundry and *gasp* maybe do some homework. why do i feel so fucked in school? meh. i'll ignore it, like usual.
time for stuff
: )
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2006 1 February :: 12.07pm
:: Mood: Whelmed
:: Music: some of jim's country... aww i'm such a tolerant roomate ; )
so...
i've got a girlfriend. i was a little afraid at first, but - by degrees - i'm warming up to the notion.
still really afraid. always am, i guess. but yeah. that's the way it goes with me.
shit, i need to write my eurociv paper. tonight after dinner, that will be my project.
listen to my radio show, friday at 5pm, http:www.wcks.org.
that's all i have for now. yay STATS.
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2006 30 January :: 1.06pm
:: Mood: thirsty
:: Music: SOAD - steal this album
be you clinging to the precipice of your recumbent apparatus?
so... tactile sensation gives way to tremendous guilt gives way to existential musings gives way to insatiable emotional demand.
well, she has the kevin approval in a big way. which is totally understandable. she's really cool. i'm afraid of ... well, lots of different things. and being left to my own devices, i feel so misguided. or unguided, rather. which is again, scary.
just being alone in the big bad world. and then realizing that i don't kick as much ass as everyone else seems to think i do. but nobody else really kicks much more ass either. i have a hard time coming to grips with that.
i'm super-duper tired. but i really do need to do homework and shit. i'm SOOO far behind. it's craziness.
and i know kevin was flipping out and kicking himself, but i still maintain that it was a success. hanging out was the objective, and hanging out was accomplished.
fuck. semi-productiveness beckons.
substantial utilization of quadriceps optimizes bipedal locomotion.
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So I am all moved into my apartment. I need to call Charter to get cable so that I have something other than movies to watch and so that I have internet. I've barely spent anytime there alone. And when I have been there alone, I've been sleeping. So it's quiet. I like it. It's cute. That is all.
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2006 28 January :: 4.28pm
i guess i have to prove to gunnie that i still have an interest in woohu. which i do. i just don't talk 24/7. it's like my guilty pleasure or something. if i indulge too frequently, i feel, well, ... guilty.
but yeah. sibs and kids weekend is in full swing. we did DDR, laser tag, airbrush tattoos, wax hands (thoroughly disgusting), and general stupidity last night. today was showers and pancake breakfast (because i'm the best brother on the face of the planet) and arts and crafts (i made a bracelet, which libby took, and an abstract poster for ellen). tonight's looking like swimming, maybe some ice skating, and total movie action for sure.
jigga wou wou.
yep.
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2006 26 January :: 9.15am
So my mom isn't too keen on the fact that I got an apartment.
She keeps saying it's senseless and irresponsible.
But how often do I listen to my mom?
Lori said she has dishes and silverware for me.
Christine and Melissa from work have some for me as well.
I'm getting a cedar chest, I think a dresser, and maybe a lazy-boy chair from my dad.
Maybe a microwave too.
I'm getting a coffee table from my moms, and a bed.
I need a couch, dining room table, towels, cleaning stuff, pots and pans, more dishes, and lots of other stuff.
I think I'm making the right choice.
I need a place of my own. It will take some getting use to.
Living alone will be different.
People better come visit me.
A lot of packing needs to be done. I don't want to do it. :(
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2006 25 January :: 12.54am
:: Mood: ich denke immer...
:: Music: alan parsons - i robot
so, about that life thing.
perpetually pensive. constantly concerned. invariably immersed in idle imaginings and malignant mental machinations.
i guess sometimes they're beneficent. but it seems to be the lesser proportion of the time.
anyway. i've been thinking. with various parts of my body. and in the end i still don't know what the hell is going on with me. and we had a nice talk today, even. and i'm still so lost.
Ich denke immer, aber auch glaube nicht.
i always think, but never know.
band tonight was a little more organized, which i appreciated. i still have all the same feelings of inadequacy though.
feelings are so fickle. yet so powerful. it's absurd. you can't rely on them for diddly squat, and in the end they serve little purpose. but life without them would be meaningless. so, i guess that's their purpose. feelings give life meaning. but they still suck. i'm sticking to my guns on that one. and yet they're awesome.
dammit! i'm so noncommital.
at the very least, they certainly make it extremely difficult to function properly.
well. g'night.
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2006 23 January :: 4.41pm
:: Mood: funny
:: Music: SOAD
funny "ha, ha," or funny like a clown?
yeah. so, last night's escapades were quite unexpected. not unpleasant, by any means, but thoroughly surprising and utterly disorienting.
and the same question i always have for myself... now what?
although it might be the same old question, it's definitely a new twist. very different.
i realize i'm being all cryptic. maybe *gasp* it's because i don't want to broadcast everything to the world. and that's when you say "then why are you typing it in your journal?" and really, it's a fair point. if i don't want you to know, then why am i telling you? it's because i need to at least get it off my chest... regardless of whether it's comprehensible to my audience or not. it's merely self-serving catharsis, okay? sorry, i know i'm a greedy bastard, but there you are.
yeah. i can't really think of much else at the moment. so i don't have much else to say.
although i have to say, this whole situation has had a very positive impact on my relationship with katie. that's really inexpressibly marvelous.
heinous. aww.
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2006 23 January :: 8.01am
Friday at 9 AM I'm signing a lease.
Saturday I'm moving.
So if you have any furniture or anything else you would like to donate... Drop it off at my house in Cedar by friday.
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2006 22 January :: 2.45pm
:: Mood: Apathetic
:: Music: Stabby Rip Stab-Stab
i must be emo...
hey guys. good weekend. no, GREAT WEEKEND! die gutes Wochenende.
i went skiing. did my radio show. had girls' night out. had guys' night out. did dishes twice. made french toast. cleaned the kitchen, top to bottom. and didn't do any homework.
what more could a growing college boy ask for?
sex? sure. but why would i, when i could clean the kitchen instead? i mean, seriously.
naw. lots of girl drama in the past week or two. still continuing. no sex though, which is a plus. that would complicate several matters much more than my puny, feeble mind could comprehend / tolerate.
"your head a splode"
oh jah, oh jah!
smile please. the world needs more lerts.
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Wow. he came to my moms house to see me this morning. I was very surprised. And then he kissed me good-bye and said "i'll call ya later okay babe.. maybe ill come over to your house in Cedar"
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I hate it when I sleep all day, and then I'm up all night on my night off.
No one is ever online. I'm always at my moms.
I had a good week until Friday night.
Had high hopes that we were getting back together.
That he wanted to. That he forgave me. That things changed.
Apparently I was wrong. Just like always.
I'm crying on the inside. I'm weak and torn apart.
Maybe I'm over analyzing it all. Maybe I'm looking too far into it.
Doubt it, but maybe.
I finally cracked. I finally broke down enough to where I couldn't pick myself back up.
Where no one could pick me back up.
I hadn't ever cried that much. Nothing has ever hurt that much.
I've never hated myself as much as I did then, and still do now.
I'd give anything to go back and change what happened.
However, I can't and I have to live with my mistake.
Until now, I didn't have any regrets.
I didn't think I'd ever have any regrets.
Once again, I was wrong.
Not surprising though. Considering I'm very rarely right about anything.
I knew it was too good to be true that he was talking to me again.
I tried not to push him. I didn't ask to go over there.
I didn't call him or text him. I didn't speak to him at work unless he came up to me.
I left it all up to him. I let him make the moves.
He wanted me to leave him alone. That was his one request.
So I was doing just that. And he came after me.
I gave him what he wanted. And haven't talked to him since thursday night.
When he came to see me at work when he came to pick up his check because he took the night off.
Today I get to call the lady back on the apartment I looked at just over a week ago.
I'm going to go see my dad for a little while.
Go to Wal-Mart to get a movie or too.
Go home watch it or them, and take a nap.
Then go to work. Be sad. Cry on Jay's shoulder.
Leave work to go to the bank. Pay my cell phone bill.
And repeat the vicious cycle of sleeping, eating, working, and sulking.
Edit: Finally I get a text at 6:06 this morning. Followed by a phone call.
About damn time.
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A lot of new things have happened so far this year.
Mike and I broke up the weekend after new years.
Long story that I don't feel like explaining.
He's finally talking to me.
So we're working things out.
I have to have surgery on my knee, March 16th.
I wear contacts.
My mom is trying to get me to move back home, however I refuse.
Uhm, I have a day off this weekend, with nothing to do.
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2006 17 January :: 12.00am
:: Mood: messed...
:: Music: burnin' for buddy
well, i had yet another marvelous dinner... white rice, bacon and eggs. mmm... so good. with a little mrs dash. oh shit! i made coffee... whoops. i'm sure it's cold by now. oh well.
hm.
*checks*
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AMAZING!!!
it's still warm! not piping hot, but hey. beggars can't be choosy.
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i'm just totally weirded out. i didn't get over katie over break like i thought i had. so it's weird again with that. and hunter's ex is seeking psychiatric help, and i talked with her last night for a couple hours, and i really hope she's not into me. i mean she's nice and all, but that's a lot of baggage i would thoroughly regret.
and somehow i never realized it before, but ellen is crazy hot. i'm not sure just how i missed that vital part of the scene, but i did.
i've been running like crazy and accomplishing nothing all week already. well, i guess i accomplished something... i had band rehearsal tonight. that's right, band rehearsal. feel free to laugh now, or any time henceforth. i know i'm laughing heartily, myself. what foolishness, gah.
meh. well. yeah. 'tis life, for yon lad (me).
Heute, ich habe manchmal Hausaufgaben für Deutsch. Nach das, ich muss treffe mit der Schauer. Ich bin nicht so sauber (und habe verrückthaare)
das ist sehr... yucky.
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wow. first week and i'm already abandoning my homework.
this doesn't bode well at all.
but on the plus side, my social life is kicking some serious ass. and hunter is the best thing ever. well, maybe not ever. but he's good for me, in that "similar, yet different" sort of way. i really need to let go of my inhibitions, and get back to my instincts. not like buck wild or anything, but just a little more in tune. i'm so far removed from all that "human" shit, it's no wonder i feel detached all the fucking time.
i think i should go to bed. and i need to take a shower tomorrow morning. ahh... i'm so fucked. what did i do? what will i do?
FUCKED I SAY!!!
you're falling deeper, deeper 3 into the deepest, most relaxing sleep you've ever had 2 the most relaxing sleep you've ever had... deeper, falling, sinking, relaxed 1.
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