Meh.. The older I get the less I keep detailed notes online.. Im not sure if its because I've almost-just-about given up on sharing so much information about myself with the general public .....but roll around one of these "Im-gonna-have-to-stay-up-all-night-anyways-so-I-might-as-well-yammer -away-to-myself "night and I eventually return to sharing useless information with non-existing crowds. This probably doesn't even make sense. Fuck it.
Anyways it's a new year.. here's to hoping that 2013 is a cluster-fuck..I spent 2012 mentally recovering from 2011. So it wasn't much of a year. Just forcing myself to focus on school.. which I did.... Like a fucking boss.... Surprisingly I continued to pass math.. and my grades were all around pretty fucking beautiful. Im proud.. and each time I think abut them I wish I could bitch-slap 17/18 year old me... for being such a fucking waste of space. I was cute.. but dumb as fuck. oh well.. Im sure I'll rant about this again at a later time.
Im letting Itunes just roll down based on when it was loaded.. I have a lot of fucking music.. and looking at Itunes.. I realize I've stopped listening to music... in general.... I spend the money, I load it, play half a song sometimes.. rarely actually playing the whole thing... but I dont actually LISTEN to the song.. when the fuck did this start happening?? Maybe this is why I sometimes feel like I've lost center. I made music such an integral part of my life and somewhere I stopped. Maybe I watch to much tv...its made a total soundtrack junkie though.. but it takes away from the music.. because I cant associate it with my own first thought on it.. I just think of how it fits with the movie instead, which is kinda lame. So maybe that my new years resolution? get back into the habit of listening to music?
.........Same with books. It took me two weeks to read The Lord of The Rings Trilogy the first time around.. Im pretty sure I would even be able to finish to finish The Fellowship.... my attention span is shit. I blame the internet. and T.V... and myself.
Wishing I was actually taking an English Class next quarter... but Im all done with that and I dont think I need the stress of making sure my grammar isn't fucking shit, but I miss talking about books, and the meaning of shit within the stories. Seriously, Dickerson had us contemplating the meaning of a characters name and how it suited his character within the story..had us read Vonnegut..another win.. plus he would crack some questionable jokes in class... And Jonah? Hoyle? I could never figure out what to call him.. meh I think I avoided it altogether and just said stupid shit in his class... i accidentally made a dick in a box joke in class.. didn't even realize it till months later.... i was talking about eyeballs..fail...That besides the point.. im getting sidetracked..... anyways he was kind of an awesome teacher too. Hoyle had us read "The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time" which I really wish i could find.. cause I REALLy ended up liking that book.
The suns already up.. the sky is grey blue-ish.. Ive got another 12 hours to go before i can go to bed...Ive got so much i need to get done today.. so maybe this is a blessing in disguise? I dont believe in blessings... but its the closest thing to what i mean.
bleep. no one cares. im gonna go read the 500 days of summer script..
something pretty to look at so this isnt so fucking boring
