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[25 Sep 2009|11:10pm] |
I woke up at 4:00am to study.
I'm bitter.
I'm tired.
But mostly I'm bitter.
I wonder out of all the people I used to know how many people know I still exist?
It's like I stick to myself, life passes by, and then I'm all alone. But perhaps solitude is it's own reward.
I'm going to go visit Roxy and Apollo.
They don't make me bitter.
typing excessive amounts of "<3s" makes me less bitter too.
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[08 Jun 2009|02:39am] |
I drink a lot of apple juice these days.
It's awesome.
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[12 Dec 2008|07:44pm] |
I type really fast. Especially on my non-laptop keyboard. I bet my gwam is the shit right now.
I should be studying. I'm not. I'm eating pizza flavored goldfish instead.
Is it bad that I think I want to change my major again? I'm starting to think that maybe I'm not so much a math guy.
Oh well.
<3
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[10 Nov 2008|07:54am] |
I had a dream that I had massive amounts of facial hair. Like werewolf style facial hair. It was weird. When I woke up, first thing I did was shave. I hate shaving. So good job subconscience for making me do crap I don't really want to do.
I'm such a slacker as of late. It's really sad. I always regret biting more than I can chew when it comes to school. Well maybe it's not so much more than I can chew, but it's like when you take a big bite of one of those tough steaks. It takes like two minutes to fully chew and swallow and in the end you think "holy crap, that was a workout"
I'm in the middle of the chewing and I'm ready to spit it out and just drink some lemonade. (Yes, I love to drink lemonade when I eat steak.)
dammit, I didn't eat breakfast and now my stomach is growling I don't even want steak.
I bought a cool camera a few days ago. I always liked taking pictures. I'm not really good at it yet, but I've just been having fun. Even if they're aren't super creative or beautiful, it's still nice to have pictures just to remember.
Here is some that I've taken so far: http://www.flickr.com/photos/23186439@N00/
But now I really have work to do. blabblahblakhfkljdslkfjsldkfajl;
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[03 Nov 2008|10:01pm] |
Sometimes I can really amuse myself. For example, as I was coming to this site, instead of livejournal, I typed liverjournal.com
That then got me thinking how interesting it would be if my liver actually kept a journal.
"Today I was just chillin', making some bile. Same old stuff ya know? "
Okay, maybe it's not that amusing, but the thought made me chuckle.
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[28 Oct 2008|11:14pm] |
I think I might start writing on this more often. It's kind of fun just blabbing randomly.
The only problem is that I'm not really too sure what to say. Let's just go stream of conscience with this. Actually, I think that's what I usually do anyway. :/
It's my birthday in just over a month. I figure if I start talking about it now, I'll be more excited as it approaches. I'll be 21. I'll actually be home this year instead of at my old univ, so hopefully I'll be able to remind all my loser friends so they won't forget. Pretty much everyone, including my family forgot last year. :( Actually I didn't even really mind, because I was able to bust out the pity party and make everyone feel guilty and buy me food. I have a pretty badass memory when it comes to remembering birthdays. I pretty much know everyone of my friend's and family's birthdays. It's not really high up there on the "Daniel's list of things that prove to be useful list", but at least I can impress people. I'm also pretty good at remembering where I learned something. I may not know what it is, but I can remember where I learned it. It's kind of strange really. Like at school today, we were going over something and that used a mathematical technique I learned back in high school. I had no idea what it was, but I remember exactly where I was when I learned it. It was in my precal class with Ms Hoffman, I was sitting the second to last desk on the very most right hand side. I'm pretty sure I even remember who was sitting next to me. :/
But anyway, I suppose that's not really high on the useful things list either. Is it just me or does saying either "EYEthur" make you sound more intellectual?
hmm
So I was feeling creative today and I bought a bunch of blank CD-Rs some cd cases, and paper and I started assembling little mix disc packages, complete with my own little sketched decor. Within each one I also hand-wrote a letter to "(enter name prefix here) Stranger" which just rambled on (much like this) about nothing of real importance. So hopefully whoever gets these will feel at least somewhat special, and be happy jammin' to some cool new tunes.
My plan is to just one day walk around somewhere and hand them out to old men and cute girls.
Why old men and cute girls? Old men are crazzzy and I think generally tend to be the most friendliest age/gender combination, at least in my experience and thus most deserving of a mixdisc. Yeah? As for the cute girls, who doesn't like cute girls?
Actually, I'll probably just give them to whomever to be honest, I'm not one to play favorites. Most of 'em will probably end up in the trash anyway :\
I'm getting kind of sleepy now. It's only 11:00, though this is probably a good thing since I'm usually a night owl, and I need to wake up pretty early tomorrow. Wednesdays are the worst. And I hate the way Wednesday is spelled.
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[19 Oct 2008|10:36pm] |
If someone were to write a book about me, for sure the central ideas/themes would be:
"Nothing ever goes as planned. Ever."
and
"The struggle to decide whether to make things right, wait until things are right, or accept things as right"
In other news, I've been feeling creative and I have started working on some new projects. And I've watched 4 seasons of the office in the past two weeks. I should probably get more of a life, huh?
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[08 Oct 2008|09:09pm] |
Every now and then I get these fits of nostalgia and all I do is just reflect upon my life and recover memories. Well lately it's been happening more and more often. That's how I stumbled upon this thing again. I've just been reading through old emails, reading about old friends and just remembering stuff. I found a few old gifts I was given a while ago, as I was moving out into my apartment recently. A card given to me on my 17th birthday with a nice long message, a few mix discs with writing on them, and a decorated collage of pictures in a frame. While these were great rediscovered treasures, I can't help but feel sad.
I just hate the idea that things end. Why can't things that are truly great just last forever? I'm just about 21, and I already miss the days of being carefree. I miss being close to people. I miss laughing with good friends. This shouldn't be the case though, should it? I feel like I should be Peter Pan or something.
To be honest, I feel quite disconnected from everything now-a-days. This entry right here is probably the most I've communicated with anyone today, and that's assuming if anyone actually reads this. I don't know why, but I just don't talk to many people anymore. It's not rare that I'll go the whole day without uttering more than a few sentences here and there just to be polite. It's not that I'm a jerk, or that I'm super intimidating to talk to, at least I hope that's not the case, but more so that I just don't connect to anyone anymore.
Oh, and it's not like I'm some complete anti-social loser as I might make it seem to be. I still have a few friends that I do see, and we have fun.
And I'm not too sure where I was going with this whole thing. I just felt like talking, I suppose.
:/
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[01 Nov 2007|04:32pm] |
Yeah!
I bought all this candy for trick or treaters, but only 8 or so came, so now I have a shit load of leftover candy.
I have no real money to buy real food, so I suspect I'm going to die soon from chocolate-skittle related overdose.
: (
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[22 Oct 2007|01:15pm] |
Sour patch kids piss me off.
I love them, I truly do, but I can only have so much until they turn my tongue into a carpet of pain. It's like the sourness destroys my tongue.
Now it's going to hurt to eat for another hour or so.
I had a good dream this morning. It was a good, good dream. Usually my dreams are all far out and unrealistic, which is by no means a bad thing, since I love crazy stuff. But this dream was somewhat realistic. It was as if I were somehow reliving a forgotten memory.
oh dear jolly gingersnaps!
I just lost track of time and now I have to get to class.
Bummer!
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[14 Oct 2007|10:27pm] |
My stomach won't stop growling. I'm not even hungry.
I think I ate a baby monster and now it's growing inside of me. It's only a matter of time until it eats me from the inside. And then I'll die.
Either that or I'm about to have explosive farts.
I forgot I had a live journal. It looks like some people still use it. Perhaps I'll start using it again.
I also like raccoons. My icon is a raccoon. It's pretty cute. Especially if you like raccoons.
I suppose some might care to know what I've been up to this past year, so I suppose I will tell you.
I finished my first year of college. I came home for summer, did some stuff, did some more stuff, and then I went back to college in Arizona. I've decided that I wouldn't make a good engineer and that I really wouldn't want to be one, so I pretty much "dropped out" of the engineering program. I've audited most of my courses, and am only taking ones that I know I will get a 4.0 in. I haven't decided what's next, but I'm taking off next semester and I shall be somewhere closer to home.
Through out the past month, I've had a few "wtf am I doing with my life" breakdowns, and a few nights of loneliness, but I'm still alright. I still play music, and my dogs are still badass.
And now, I'm currently here at my house that I rented, in my room writing this. And there is still a baby monster in my stomach.
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[06 Jan 2007|02:18am] |
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I never write in this thing anymore. I should change my user pic, it's from my junior year in highschool. Oh well.
Life's been okay. I don't really have any stories to tell, no complaints, not much of anything to be honest. My Christmas was nice, it's fun to be around with family and have a nice big dinner. Gifts are pretty sweet too.
New Year's was kind of bleh, I just chilled at home since I didn't really feel like going out, but I did watch the metalocalypse marathon which just happens to be one of the most awesomest shows ever.
I leave to go back to Arizona Sunday. Not looking forward to the drive, but gots to do what I gots to do.
That's all for now.
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[12 Nov 2006|07:48pm] |
Plinkety Plonk
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Bb
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Silence silence silence
Piano
Silence
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[28 Sep 2006|11:08pm] |
I'm still alive.
I bought a melodica, and it's pretty sweet.
I miss my doggies
but I'm still alive.
word
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[24 Aug 2006|10:52pm] |
Okay, I have a "Wtf?" moment to share with you all.
So I'm in Arizona now, about to move in to college tomorrow, yeah? Okay. Well I'm in Arizona, and it's supposed to be desert and shit right?
Hot and dry, right? Yes.
Well I get here, it's fucking raining and 63 degrees F.. During summer? Wtf? I'm sure it'll be much diff in a week or so though, but still? double you tee eff?
Anyway,
Where I'm at is pretty cool, really hilly and mountainous (is that word?). and yeah.
But there you go. Now think to yourself, "wtf?"
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[08 Aug 2006|02:06am] |
I'll share with you something funny and stupid that I did today,.
I was in my room, reclining on this chair, and then this fly comes and starts hovering around me. Normally, I'm not as agressive and just wait for it to die on its own. But, holy crap, this fly was one annoying mofo. So he landed on me, and I tried to smack it, but I missed, And he landed on me again, and I missed. So then he landed a third time. He landed on my crouch. Okay so this is my thought process in about 2 second. "FUCKING FLY YOU'RE DEAD BITCH" "Oh wait, thats a bad place to try and hit a fly...hmmm...." But he was just chilling there, taunting me, knowing that I'm to scared to use deadly force around that area. That fly was tripping, because I just backhanded that motherfucker into 5 years ago. Unfortunely, I managed to hit a sensitive spot on myself as well, in which I did regret killing the fly. Karma? Bad luck, maybe? I don't know., but that fly is deeeeaaad.
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[27 Jul 2006|11:10pm] |
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There is nothing better than just laying down with some comfortable headphones and just listening to music with no other thoughts around.
It makes everything seem much more beautiful.
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[12 Jul 2006|11:45pm] |
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Have you ever been watching T.V. and then a commercial comes on and it's all nice looking, and portrays pleasent things in the world, but then you realized that it's just a stupid marketing bit and it makes you hate the whole idea once you realize the makers don't give a fuck about what they're showing but are just are out hoping to make a quick buck. I have.
I don't know. I have mixed views about everything these days. I'm either cursed or blessed in finding ways to equate most situations as either good or bad. Well not so much as something good or bad, that can be easy to tell, but I have ways of justifying everything, so nobody is the "wrong person". I feel as if I can understand people and why they do things, with out knowing why they did it. That may not mean it's the right thing to do, but it makes it easier for me to forgive and not care.
Like if somebody cuts me off on the road, a lot of people will honk and flip the finger out the window at the person while yelling not so nice words.
What if that person had a wife at the hospital who was just about to have a baby. If I had a wife who was just about to have a baby, I might drive really fast through traffic and perhaps unmaliciously cut somebody off to bypass other not so urgent drivers. There's a multitude of justifications that could be made. But just perhaps the guy had no reason, and just had a fuck up.
The world is filled with imperfections, humans are bound to fuck up every once in a while, and usually when they do, they know. Fucks up are just part of life, embrace them.
I'm thinking of other things to write about, but they aren't interesting. This isn't really interesting either.
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[05 Jul 2006|03:11am] |
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I always open up this, and then I can never think of anything to write. Nothing new, nothings a big deal, I have nothing interesting worth sharing.
I could write about how much stupid people are so stupid., or how every time I hear those little fucking smiling face advertisments I feel like punching a hole in my monitor, or how I get pissed when I have to sneeze, and I feel it coming, but then it just ends up not coming and dissipates within the interworkings of my nasal cavity. I hate that shit. Yarr!
...but I won't.
Instead, I'll take of my anger on paint, and paint a picture (on microsoft paint) of me killing a bunch of random things that no body really cares about.
Why am I up this late playing with paint?
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