i hate my legs. they are way too long
i should be exercising. jessica must miss me
i wonder when we changed. why didn't i see it till it was done
i think you need to grow up. maybe i need to...
i know i'm a bad friend most of the time. or maybe all of the time
i care to much about what everyone thinks of me. even complete strangers
i have a lot of trouble being in a relationship. purely platonic or otherwise
kismet?
utopia?
...
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Monday, April 06, 2009
Saturday, March 14, 2009
The beginning of the end. or something like that...
So in about 12 hours from now I will no longer be an Elkhorn employee. I will pack up my knives, hang up my jacket and leave. Am I sad? Not really. I'm looking forward to sleeping. To finishing my math. And to trying to get myself in shape. So my time will still be filled with general activities, though I won't have to drive 2 hours everyday to achieve it.
Will I miss my job? I will miss the people, the friendships I've made. and I will miss the money. Which brings me to my real topic. What do I do next? OK, so for the next 3 months I finish school, plan grad, and try to spend the least amount of money possible. Then what? That is the question.
I feel like I literally have a million possible choices. I could live with Jodi and work anywhere in Brandon, or I could work up at Clear Lake somewhere. And I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm on this path, the right path. But there are so many side trails that I could take, trails that aren't necessarily right, but they could be fun. You know?
So my question to you, dear reader(s) is this: What should I spend my summer doing? I will literally give the best/most helpful answer a prize.
Will I miss my job? I will miss the people, the friendships I've made. and I will miss the money. Which brings me to my real topic. What do I do next? OK, so for the next 3 months I finish school, plan grad, and try to spend the least amount of money possible. Then what? That is the question.
I feel like I literally have a million possible choices. I could live with Jodi and work anywhere in Brandon, or I could work up at Clear Lake somewhere. And I don't know what to do. I feel like I'm on this path, the right path. But there are so many side trails that I could take, trails that aren't necessarily right, but they could be fun. You know?
So my question to you, dear reader(s) is this: What should I spend my summer doing? I will literally give the best/most helpful answer a prize.
Monday, February 16, 2009
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Sunday, February 01, 2009
Oh, The Office. How I've Missed Thee
His Boss- "Now we have to pay for it, and it cost thirty-five hundred dollars."
Michael- "Five thousand, three hundred dollars for a doll?"
Michael- "That one makes me think of death, its kinda nice."
Andy- "Breakfast? They didn't...Unless you mean when they had soup. Does soup stand for breakfast?"
Michael- "So it wasn't Dwight after all. It looks like I'm the killer...Great twist..Great twist......."
Jim- "50% of marriages end in divorce, so its either her parents or mine."
Michael- "I've got to make sure that YouTube comes down to tape this."
Pam- "When you're a kid you always think that your parents are soulmates. Our kids are going to be right."
Michael- "Five thousand, three hundred dollars for a doll?"
Michael- "That one makes me think of death, its kinda nice."
Andy- "Breakfast? They didn't...Unless you mean when they had soup. Does soup stand for breakfast?"
Michael- "So it wasn't Dwight after all. It looks like I'm the killer...Great twist..Great twist......."
Jim- "50% of marriages end in divorce, so its either her parents or mine."
Michael- "I've got to make sure that YouTube comes down to tape this."
Pam- "When you're a kid you always think that your parents are soulmates. Our kids are going to be right."
No not me. I'm far from perfect, but life is pretty swell right now. It really is close to perfect. And this?..this is just me.
It's the crazy ramblings from my brain, stuff I can't hold on to anymore. Stuff that I need to share, or just let go of.
It's the crazy ramblings from my brain, stuff I can't hold on to anymore. Stuff that I need to share, or just let go of.



