| Adventure Complete |
July 5, 2008 |
Listening to: remix.nin.com -
Feeling: accomplished
So on thursday me, tim, lauryn, serah all left middletown at 11 am and set out on a trip to the beach with a trunk full of booze. On our way there Tim told us about how at his grandmothers, she has waterfront property and thered be no crowds and we could smoke and drink all we wanted and that it was a beautiful place. We decided to go there instead. On the way we stopped at Kmart for batteries for the portable speakers, and sunblock. Then we stopped at a local Food Lion and it was eerily identical to the one in Middletown. We had stopped just for hotdogs and buns. What we left with was them and a huge box of fireworks. When in Maryland, do whats illegal in Delaware haha. A few whindy roads later, we finally get to the place and it was everything tim described it as. A huge [rocky] coastline all to ourselves, a nice warm breeze, waves of cool water, and noone else in sight. We spent most of the day wading out to the water on painful rocks until we reach muddy sand and stayed out for an hour at a time before one of us or all of us headed back for another beer and a smoke.I turned on my mp3 player and let it blow out the sweet bliss that is my chill mix is which ranges from everythinggood in the 70s to everythinggood nowadays. The girls laid out in the sun for awhile while me and tim collected wood for a fire. Once we got that burning good we grabbed a metal grating and laid hotdogs on it that cooked in less than a minute unless you like yours turned to ash. We finished up the day watching the sunset and then headed home. Days like these make me feel alive.
I should prescribe myself one every two weeks. |
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| I need a new job |
June 26, 2008 |
tired of the smells and the mess. I'd rather work with something thats not food and something that didn't use to be alive. |
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| Dr Jekyll And Mr Jackass |
June 17, 2008 |
yesterday was a pretty good dayoff. I got my book back from sara and ended up talking to her for 3 hours and barely noticed. Now all i gotta do is figure out when we can have this road trip that came up a few times. Should be exciting cause all i can imagine is gas stations blowing up and other crazy adventures haha.
Then I went to KFC for a free drink because i got super thirsty from all the talking. I ended up getting 2 large pepsis to quench it. When i got there it turned into a gossip storm about a couple of my coworkers so i left before Bill yelled at everyone. Needless to say I got sucked into that storm and put in my opinion here and there and now i feel kinda bad about it.
Today is my last day off before its back to work. I think i'm hanging out with Jenn today because i couldn't yesterday. Oh and its finally payday as well! I need to cash that as quick as possible.
I'll update when something worth writing comes along. |
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| Scary |
June 16, 2008 |
I've been working so much that even on my day off i feel magnetically drawn there.
I need to get away. Everyone else seems to be able to get away and have fun but me. I don't get it. |
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| Posted This On Myspace. Felt that it should be stored here |
June 9, 2008 |
Rarely do I go into details of my personal life, with even my best of friends, but I feel like releasing some of my feelings about a recent occurance.
Lately I've been hearing about how my maternal grandfather is losing touch with reality. At first I thought it was funny because of the things I heard he was doing but the more I think about it, the less funny it is and the worse I feel.
Some of the things that have happened:
- He called our house thinking my voice on the answer machine was an actual person he was talking to, but not just that, he thought it was my dead uncle (his son) who's been dead for almost 10 years
- He gets certain times of the day and dates confused (for example: he told my mom that he had to wake up at 9 am to be somewhere at 7 am)
- He crashed his van at one point and doesn't remember how or when it happened. He thinks that someone vandalized it.
- He's not eating because he can't remember if he ate already plus he doesn't remember to go buy food so hes rapidly losing weight.
- He can't remember how many grandkids he has, let alone our ages and possibly names.
I realised that he's getting old, he has a bad heart, he's practically a hermit, and now with this Dementia/Alzheimer's, it makes me wonder how long he has left on this earth. If its anything like how my grandmother went, he'll slowly fade away.... although I don't know if people will look after him as much as they did for her.
I hate knowing when people's clocks are winding down. Sometimes its better not knowing...............
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| Push It |
May 26, 2008 |
I believe that its true, I do have to push myself to do something. Maybe forcing to be creative, as well as taking risks, is called for. I'm 19. Waiting for things to happen makes them not happen. Time to be a man of action. |
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| Am I A Crushing Vaccuum of Inspiration? |
May 20, 2008 |
I met this girl Ashley yesterday who's friends with my friends at the Brutal Pad. I barely talked to her until the end of the night when I found out she was an artist and goes to some art college.
She had her sketchbook and I looked through, viewing pencil sketches that were destined for greatness. I then showed her my mass amount of art that I had stockpiled on myspace. She said that either I could go to an art college and and refine my skills even more or set up a portfolio and get a job somewhere in a snap. Even my pieces that I consider trash she saw room for improvement and, fully knowing this already, i actually felt the desire to do so.
I saw pictures of this one childrens book she made and I was like oohing and aweing at all the cool watercolor/goauche paintings and I felt the inspiration, so much of it...
and yet I sit here not knowing what to do. Hell I've been brewing ideas for shit for almost two years now and all i can do is sit, blankly, and don't even put a drop of ink or fragments of graphite to a piece of paper. Its like I absorb so much and do nothing with it. Am I not full yet? When will release my creativity?
So I ask you, am I a crushing vaccuum of inspiration? |
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