The following are random thoughts I am having today that have no actually bearing on each other or anything in general:
I could really go for some rainbow laces, these are not shoelaces, they are a type of candy that is delicious. I found the absolute best rainbow laces down in LBI, I wound them into bracelets before eating them. I could really go for them right now, I usually only have them in the spring and summer but I am totally stocking up on them for when I go back to school.
Everyone I hang out with lives at least a half an hour away. I find this interesting because when I started the summer I was convinced that I wouldn't get to see any of my college friends. Now, if I see or hang out with anyone, it's them. The people I know in town might as well be ghosts to me. This isn't complaining more as it is an observation.
The Shawshank Redemption is still an amazing movie.
I wish I hated him. Life would be so much easier if I could just hate him. Once again, not complaining, just stating an observation.
Work in three hours. Hopefully it's not too busy, I still haven't gotten the hang of serving more than three tables. (Not like I have more than four to a section!)
Summer is nice and all, but all in all I am really looking forward to going back to school.
Wednesday, June 25, 2008
Friday, June 20, 2008
This is actually the first time I'm really letting myself talk about this.
Out of everything I've done in the course of my rather semi-interesting existence thus far, and I've done some morally ambiguous things that are (incredibly) worthy of regret upon graduating high school, I admit. Things that if I ever sat down and spun the entire yarn to one person, one friend, I don't think they would ever look at me in the same way again really. I've done weird stuff and I've been upset and blah blah blah insert emo here i suppose. But I truly and fully only regret one thing.
I regret not visiting DJ before he died.
I find myself talking to him when no one else is around. While I'm driving to work, when I'm getting ready to go somewhere. I talk to him. I cry when I hear a song from a band that he recommended. Pink Floyd too, we watched the Wall together what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Why didn't we talk? Why did I leave, why did I leave and never speak to him again until it was too late?
And now I talk to him all the time. It's been how long? Six months now? And I talk to him.
This town reminds me of him.
Out of everything I've done in the course of my rather semi-interesting existence thus far, and I've done some morally ambiguous things that are (incredibly) worthy of regret upon graduating high school, I admit. Things that if I ever sat down and spun the entire yarn to one person, one friend, I don't think they would ever look at me in the same way again really. I've done weird stuff and I've been upset and blah blah blah insert emo here i suppose. But I truly and fully only regret one thing.
I regret not visiting DJ before he died.
I find myself talking to him when no one else is around. While I'm driving to work, when I'm getting ready to go somewhere. I talk to him. I cry when I hear a song from a band that he recommended. Pink Floyd too, we watched the Wall together what seemed like a lifetime ago.
Why didn't we talk? Why did I leave, why did I leave and never speak to him again until it was too late?
And now I talk to him all the time. It's been how long? Six months now? And I talk to him.
This town reminds me of him.
Monday, June 9, 2008
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