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| Well, that's that.
I can say my life has never been exceptionally odd, but this year I have taken a detour down Weird Alley or something corny like that. I've been on a little self destructive streak, but it's been a very fun two weeks indeed. I probably knocked off 2 years from what life I started with-- 2 and a half would be damn near ironic.
I'm so over Baton Rouge, so over Louisiana, so over this apartment. So over perpetually sober.
Someone said it was like I was living in a modern day Three's Company. Three's a Crowd.
There are three people in my little 500sq ft apartment. Two girls and one guy. Not fun, I know. Bummer, I know.
I'm being really bitchy about the whole thing. I'm such a shitty Buddhist. La di da. Oh xanga, keeper of my exposed thoughts.
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| here I am, much later.
kind of different on the inside, so much different on the outside.
Maybe I should euthanize my xanga.. no one reads it. It doesnt serve too much of a purpose. But I guess I shouldnt write in a "journal" based on how many read it.
I hate this college, and the way my life is right now just in general. But things are looking up and will be supermorefun later next year. I say that like I actually expect it to happen. I dont know why it wouldnt happen, but shit happens to me that defies all laws of shit probability. I'm chin high in shit here. This city smells like shit. shit shit shit.
I am not your friend, I'm not your lover, I'm not your family.
thank you Brand New, I feel you on that one.
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| guess what.
I'm at LSU righhhht now.
and it's really neato here.
these people really like tigers.
I'm diggin it.
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| oh wow.
how bout these apples?
i am posting from Wengen, Switzerland where i just rented a sled and played in the snow. i want casey to be here to play with me and then i could hit him with a super snowball i learned to make but it would be gentle cause i love him. uh. basically.
wow wow wow.
europe is the place to be, kids.
fuck america. | | |
| xanga xanga xanga, how threatening you are.
I find that generally I am completley moodless. Increasingly
moreso over the last few weeks. It seems like I wake up and drag
through my days with little pick me ups and put me downs here and
there. I dont guess that means anything in the long run.
as much as I hate my old school, I really miss the people there.
Of course I dont mean the stupid rednecks whose main goal in life is to
get a job offshore and kill 2 deer a week all hunting season. I
mean the silly, naieve, not-so-brilliant kids who were the first
friends I had. I got to keep Bryce, but all the others have just
floated away. I never talk to them anymore, and when I do, I feel
like there's this gap between us. I wish I could spend more time
with them. Maybe once Casey and I get set up in Baton Rouge
they'll visit me every once in a while.
I may not have many friends, but the ones I have mean so much to
me. I cry when I think I may wake up one day and realize I havent
even spoken to them in months or years.
I'm just being emotional, I know. But I've got about 2 billion
things running through my mind right now.. everything from the homework
I didnt turn in last week, to this weekend, to this summer, to next
year. Actually, a lot of times I find myself trying to plan out
the next 4 or 5 years.
I got hives today. I dont know why I write anything on here. I like my paper journal a lot more, sorry xanga.
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