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| "It's just another day, nothing in my way
I don't wanna go, I don't wanna stay
So there's nothing left to say?
And why'd you lie
When you wanna die, when you hurt inside
Don't know what you lie for anyway
Now there's nothing left to say"
Another long week of work, some more golf, packing and a week off and i'm gone. year 2 of school. i'm stoked.
thinkin it's time to lose this thing. nobody really cares anymore about the xanga.
I'm on MySpace as is everybody else... http://www.myspace.com/laxman2705
If I should stumble onto this blog again, perhaps I will write again. but for now, it just doesn't seem worth telling the world what i'm doing. and it's not like it helps me in any way. late nights on here don't make me popular, they don't get the ladies, they don't get me a good job, don't help me in school, nothing.
Kill the lights... i'm out.
EDIT: This is the part where YOU jump in and go "No Corey! Write more! I love reading your random crap!"
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| "Cause my eyes are open,
And everything still moves in slow,
Motion,
Breathless and blue and behind,
your eyes,
The sea,
Oceans of,
Light envelop me." | | |
| Lately I've been thinknig alot about where i'm going in life.
I keep thinking about after these next few weeks, i'll be back down in Milwaukee for school and have my own place again. at least, my own area where I don't have to answer to anybody anyways.
but after that where am I going?
next year...
2-3 years from now...
I hope to see myself in my own apartment in Milwaukee finishing up school. have an inernship for architecture and possibly even Grad school. Ever since I've been young I've seen myself on my own in an apartment. like one of those you see in the movies that a younger person would be in. Overlooking a busy street, just a few big windows, maybe a porch. Enough to get by. Have a big ol' black lab there to keep company and greet me when I come home.
I always ge a mental image from 40 days and 40 nights. the kinda apartment like what he's got. I've never really gotten this crap out on paper before. Sometimes just writing goals and plans makes them more solid of a goal to achieve.
went clubbing yesterday w/ B-rad. interesting... I hate dancing but I'd dance like a friggin' idiot for a better half of those girls in there! hah.
2 1/2
it aint going fast enough...
some people are already moved in for jobs and stuff. damn them. I want that!
- Otto
EDIT: maybe it's just me but it seems liek friggin EVERYBODY had that goddamn "lips of an angel" song on their MySpace. gaaaaaay!
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| Your In My Reality NowWell, This certainly has been a week.
worked all week, sported the fashion of waking up at noon almost every day this week (thats abotu the only reason 3-11 is good for).
Went golfing w/ pops and Ryan Saturday Morning. I actually did pretty good compared to my last few weeks out. Must be all the Tiger Woos PGA 06 I been playin on the Xbox. haha.
today, woke up really late, went for a bike ride w/ the lil bro, and hit b-rad up and we went to the driving range for a bit. I still dunno why my driver only works on the driving range and not the actual golf course. buzzed over to b-rad's after dinner again. got myself a hefty ticket for squealing my tires/ loud stereo/ and a RACING ENGINE! LMAO. apparently my tercel has a crazy ass racing engine under the hood I don't know about. so 190.00$ right down the tube. whatever. Money isn't an issue, its the fact that the cop was a cockface about it. he claimed I was going AT LEAST 10 over (but he didn't clock me. he told me that.) and he'd been a cop for awhile so he knew I was going that fast. (looked like he finished up his 2 years at the tech last week).
hit up the ave w/ B-rad. almost got pulled over again there.
Busy busy. I got alot going on this week. fixing the exhaust and other various shit on the car before I go down to Milwaukee, working 3-11 again, golf friday, making a TV stand for the dorm room. gah, so much to do, so little time.
i'm out.
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| all i'm going to say is I need to go back to school
i'm sick of sitting around and working. And worknig isn't even the bad part because that's whats keeping me busy.
shit... what have I gotten myself into?
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