Sunday, May 23, 2010

I am the end

that justifies your means.

I have an ex that I really enjoyed being with (for the most part). Now I'm wondering why I broke it off. I mean she was crazy as a mug but when she wasn't crazy it was really nice. I don't know, sometimes I really feel like I don't understand myself. Then during those same moments I feel as if I know myself too well and try to convince myself I don't. I don't want to see the things that truly drive me. That shit is really difficult to face. Anyway, I started talking to her again and am trying to offer my hand in friendship. I have a crippling fear of burning bridges that I usually hide by being apathetic. I truly believe I am until I'm mourning those burnt bridges uncontrollably.

I've been talking to a couple of girls lately. Lulu is a girl in my English class who has an awesome sense of humor and there's another girl named Rachel back in Florida who I've known for a while who I just recently started talking to again. Honestly, I think I've gotten to the point where I just want company and don't really care as to where or who it comes from.

I still miss Tasha. It's taking everything in me to not call her. I told her I wouldn't call her again until her birthday which is several months away but it's so hard when I keep coming across shit that reminds me of her. Which is at least 70% of everything.

Monday, May 17, 2010

Bitches.

I knew our conversation would rather be shit or awesome. It was shit. I continue to refrain from hurting her feelings and in exchange she tramples and stomps more furiously over mine.

I bit my tongue incessantly as I let her take the easy route out.

I may sound full of myself right now. But she's going to regret this. I don't want her to, I tried to make it so she wouldn't. But whatever. I made everything way too fucking easy for her. So now she just takes advantage of everything I've done or will do. Fuck. that.

Oh and it was just my birthday. I had a mandatory presentation on the gold standard. There was a bright spot.................. I got a phone number! Some girl in class gave me them digits. How exciting. That was pretty much the highlight of my day. The fact that not a single one of my friends called or texted me kind of stung but I'll get over it. At least my family remembered.

Oh well birthdays are for chumps.

Next up. Reports on the Monetary system and the War in Iraq. Followed by Final exams and more failed job interviews.

Saturday, May 15, 2010

5 days and counting

and here you are.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fmw6bduiRJQ

Instead of counting down the days until my birthday. I'm counting down the days until Tasha calls me (which she will on my birthday). All I'm thinking about is how the conversation is going to go. Awkwardness and bitterness or nostalgia and laughs.

I really miss Tasha. And I don't know if I wish I didn't.

I'm actually getting along with my cousins now. For whatever reason they keep trying to hang out with me. It's actually pretty flattering. And to be honest I do kind of enjoy teaching them things about music and helping them learn to play guitar. Their alright.

I need to call an ex. She loved me and I broke her heart (I didn't love her back). It's not really my fault for not loving her but the way we ended was not very good. She's probably forgotten about it but I don't forget about that sort of thing. If I ever hurt someone... it stays with me forever. Especially if they didn't deserve it.

I'm really lame.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Straight up buttsuck

So my English teacher decided I was "too talented" to write my final research paper about the topic I chose (I picked gay marriage). Then throughout the rest of the class singled me out for not trying during the course of the year. Sorry. When my fellow students can barely read and make equivalent grades on essay assignments I find very little incentive to try. And yes, there are many students who cannot read above a 7th grade level. I'm not even exaggerating. They are sounding out any 3+ syllable word because their usual 12 word vernacular doesn't contain any such 3+ syllable words. IF YOU ARE IN COLLEGE AND THE TEACHER IS STILL HELPING YOU SOUND OUT WORDS THEN WTF ARE YOU DOING IN COLLEGE? AND WHY THE FUCK HAVEN'T YOU LEARNED TO FUCKING READ? The fact that we are in the same class bothers me. Most of them put forth an earnest effort and I do appreciate the effort. I really do. But am I supposed to bust my ass to get an 'A' or can I do as I already do, fucking what I have to and get an 'A' anyway? Especially when the guy next to me writing about Bob fucking Marley gets a better grade than me and some lady who can't read gets the equivalent grade? I think the answer is obvious. If I'm going to really fucking try there should be a reason for me to. The whole system has encouraged memorization instead of practical application and the results are college students who can barely read.

This statement by Mr. Emerson continues to reverberate, "School is the place where gems are dimmed and stones are polished." I don't think myself as an elitist although much of what I say and do could be categorized as such. I don't look down upon my peers unless they give me a reason to do so. My perception is anything but innate. If a person is stupid, or something of the like, why the fuck should I look at that person as my equal? Not to say, I think of myself as an intellectual but how did that person earn enough respect from me to make me look at them as I would myself? They haven't earned it so they won't get it. I don't believe anyone can sincerely think otherwise and the people who claim to, are just being politically correct or are lying to themselves. If a person is dumb as fuck, shouldn't they know it? And if so, why the fuck haven't they tried to learn shit? Because it's cool to be a fucking moron. There are obviously other reasons but this one seems to be the most prevalent. What incentive is there in becoming less retarded if the masses look down on those who excel. The answer is obvious, (it's for you, this life is yours and you should learn about the world surrounding it) but the mass doesn't care about it so they don't. Fucking drones. There is no place in my heart or mind for such machines. On the other hand, if they don't know they are dumb then they are probably on a whole other level of fucking stupid that I'm not even going to bother writing about.



I felt regret and shame. I made her fall in love with me when I pretty much knew I wouldn't ever love her back. However, there was some part of me that did care. That consideration and my regret made me convince myself I loved her back. I set myself up for failure as a punishment for the hurt that I would inevitably cause her. It was the only way to balance the equation. She didn't deserve the pain I was going to (unintentionally) give her, so I did what I could to brunt the blow. In this case, take all of it. I can be such a fucking masochist sometimes. Looking back this whole ordeal was a fucking waste of time. She was in many ways a waste of time. I don't have any regrets though. I learned a lot about myself and that's the kind of shit that stays with you forever.

I'll be 21 in about 2 weeks. And I have no intention of getting, "smashed", "drunk", or anything of the sort. That rather makes me the coolest or lamest 20 going on 21 year old in history. Or maybe just a guy that doesn't drink. IDK

Monday, May 3, 2010

Have you passed through this night?

This great evil
Wheres it come from?
How'd it still in our world?
What seed?
What root did it grow from?
Whose doing this?
Whose killing us?
Robbing us of life and light
Mocking us with the sight of what we might have known
Does our world benefit the Earth?
Does it help the grass to grow or the sun to shine?
Is this darkness in you too?
Have you passed through this night?

- Explosions in the Sky.