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| "Heaven knows we never need be ashamed of our tears, for they are rain upon the blinding dust of earth, overlaying our hard hearts."
- Charles Dickens, Great Expectations | | |
| [18:36] eulogy4all: Alex.
[18:36] eulogy4all: We need to train a cat in stealth.
[18:36] eulogy4all: But like bigger.
[18:36] eulogy4all: Like a tiger.
[18:37] I Have Crayons: Bigger and a tiger?
[18:37] eulogy4all: Yes.
[18:37] I Have Crayons: Wouldn't that make a Tigger?
[18:37] eulogy4all: Dude.
[18:37] eulogy4all: Are you serious..
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| First few days back in ATX have been fun. Played a little basketball and chilled. Apparently I am everyone's bellboy, I am sick of carrying other people's stuff really.
I'm going to see Jason Mraz on October 24th so I am pretty excited about that.
Tomorrow we're going to sing karaoke so that should be fun. Everyone can hear my really bad singing skills.
Well, I don't have much else to say... I am looking to this semester with one word... Hope. | | |
| I met up with my friend Patrick Wilmot today. It's been 2 or 3 years since we last seen each other. Even though so much time had passed it seems like we did not even miss a beat. We talked the same and acted the same as we always have. I can clearly recall back to Patrick's last day of school before he left Qatar. I kept wondering, "How in the hell am I going to survive this shitty school without Pat?" I still don't know how I did, but I do remember how much it sucked the next day without him there.
We met up with Luis and ate at Pappasito's which was pretty damn good. We played a bit of tennis, ping-pong and Rock Band.
Sometimes, even now, I wonder how in the hell I am going to survive without Pat. It's too bad we don't go to the same college or are even remotely close.
So yeah, it's true, I'll miss him. I just hope that the next time we see each other won't take years. Honestly, he's a person you can open up to. You're lucky to meet a guy like him.
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| Hello. It's been a while since I've actually wrote on this thing. I can't sleep, partly because I can't stop thinking about things and partly because I have bad habits now.
This journal is very important to me. I've been writing in it since 2003, on and off. A lot of memories are here. Some good, some bad. Most stupid. I went back and just glanced at everything I wrote. Sometimes it seems like I'm reading about someone else... it doesn't feel like I wrote it. Is that bad? I don't know.
Right now, a question keeps repeating inside my head... it goes something like this "What the fuck am I doing?" A part of me tells me what I should be doing and a part of tells me what I want to be doing. The problem is, neither are really true to me. I don't know what is right. I don't know what I want.
I wonder, in 5 more years, who will I be when I look back on this? Will I have what I want? Will I be happy? Or will I be stupid? I'm betting on stupid, just as I was, just as I am, just as I will be.
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