| quit thinking so much |
[Jul. 12th, 2006|07:47 pm] |
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listen to your mind. what are you thinking at any given moment? be an observer to your thoughts. they don't control you. the mind is amazing tool that mankind can use to great lengths. it should serve you, not the other way around. is something worrying you? realize that it's your brain replaying past embarassments or imagining future failures. be an impartial observer to the monologue in your head. awaken to another level of conciousness. |
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| Me Me Me |
[Jul. 1st, 2006|06:46 pm] |
this summer's project: a mini-ramp in my friends garage. free wood, free labor, free beer!!
tomorrow i am headed towards bend, oregon. i plan on taking a few hundred bucks, an i-pod and some illegal fireworks. my friend down there supervises a bowling alley/fun zone. at night after he shuts down he lets the friends in to take lots of drugs, throw shoes and get drunk on the go-kart track. we're gonna race those suckers, too! and THEN there's a fiona apple concert (lame) on the waterfront, which is basically an excuse for us to inflate a raft, drop anchor and watch women dance all night underneath the desert sky while we drink drink drink!! i wonder what fiona is looking like these days? |
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[Jun. 27th, 2006|06:02 pm] |
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i skate. i fall. i hurt. i laugh at rollerbladers |
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[Apr. 26th, 2006|06:04 pm] |
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my sister's friend is trying to get me involved in a pyramid scheme selling pre-paid legal insurance. the sad thing is, i'm totally gonna do it and get rich |
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[Apr. 23rd, 2006|04:06 pm] |
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fugazi would be better without guy piccioto. ian mckaye, all da way |
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| spring |
[Apr. 22nd, 2006|02:47 pm] |
views from the orchard, behind my house
[mt adams]
[i named him flash, when i was a little boy]
[the fort i would play at every single day]
most of the orchards in hood river are being torn down and turned into housing developments. thankfully, the owner of this one hasn't sold out, yet. |
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| oh boy what a hangover |
[Apr. 15th, 2006|02:04 pm] |
i think i have autism. either that or i'm afraid of people, girls especially.
a new emotional low has given me a positive outlook on the next few weeks. that's pretty weird. last night was so fucked up. especially because we drank a 30 pack of natural ice. i'll spare my several readers the details and give you the summary: helped a girl move her stuff, came down from a buzz and got depressed, pissed off the company because they thought it was their fault, drank several beers in a few short minutes, got into a yelling match with the girl about why we don't connect, she took it personally and threw a tantrum but made a few decent points about me, talked my friend out of suicide when he approached me afterwards with tears in his eyes, kept on looking at the lights on the streets of downtown instead of his tear-marked face otherwise i wouldn't be able to explain to him that he's the only person that can make himself happy, walked home crying in the rain.
i profess my love to avril, for getting it right with that song, 'complicated.' |
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[Apr. 10th, 2006|11:03 pm] |
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TIME TO SMOKE SOME MARIJUANA!!!! |
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[Apr. 9th, 2006|11:03 pm] |
i try not to feel sorry for myself all of the time, it only happens in sets. a great person told me that women are a dime a dozen and that i shouldn't be upset over one mishap. that could be insulting to a female, but it's just what i needed to hear.
--tomorrow i am going to walk to a construction site and volunteer my service. my dad even set up a belt with all of his best tools for me! awwwww... i'm worried that it'll be a little misleading to the prospective employer, since i have absolutely no experience in construction save for the CD rack i made in middle school. mr. kost was the teacher, and he threw a 2x4 at brandon wymore, who was goofing off during one of his lectures. clean-up crew, here andy comes.--
even typing this entry and trying my best to think about antything else, i'm faced with the fact that they're having sex at this very moment. i could see it in their eyes as i left. she walked me to the door, told me not to 'cry over spilt milk,' handed me a plastic toy lobster, called me a dirty word, and slammed the door in my face. |
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[Apr. 8th, 2006|11:51 pm] |
i always end up with crazy girls. the latest one invited my friend and me home on the same night, seperately. but we ended up leaving her ass and walking home. i'm completely fucking bummed, it looked like it could be something special for a while.
i had a panick attack today, too. it really bummed my dad out, because we were at a special banquet and i had to leave him and walk to my friends house in the rain (OOoooo how poetic).
as every year passes i get more paranoid and anti-social. it's driving me insane and i'm about to lose it. |
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