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| Operation: Toy Chest is underconstruction and under going much needed planing at the moment.
I will keep you updated as much as possible. | | |
| wow.
Just came back home from picking up Allison's homework she left at my Dad's house. On my way back, at a stop light, Some hot chick in a car flashed me.
That is all. | | |
| Today was very Blahish.
That really is all.
But I did manage to get my hands on a nice cup of French Vanilla.
-- I'm beginning to fear I have an addiction. | | |
| Yet, as I suspected, I did nothing at my dad's house. Oh well. Tommorow I'll get home(ish) and such.
I lied, I did work on a personal art project thing. It's a bride and groom kissing on a huge fuckin think piece of wood. I outlined both of the figures so it's just black and white. Damn it's hard to explain; I spent a good 4 hours burning in the black part with a sauder gun (basically an insanely hot metal thing that you plug into the wall; it melted through a traffic cone within 10 seconds, seriously.) But I am very happy with the outcome, truely one of my best yet. I have yet to put the broken picture frame over it. and cut the damn wood, which might as well be impossible with that thickness. Above the figures, I included lyrics which I found appropriate; Thank you Apoptygma Berzerk:
"You may fall in love with someone else today, but I will always love you, anyway." Kind of a dedication to Jordan. Cause she ment something to me. | | |
| Well, we have the assembly next monday or friday, which became an upset for me.
Anywho, it's 13:20 and nothing to do.
Was just at Fraizers house with D3 watching Boondock Saints. We are not obsessed with the movie at all. *suddenly hides his p-coat and Aequitas-Veritas tatoos from the all watching eye*
Um, I am residing at my Father's house tonight; along with my siblings. Tommorow I will continue my boredom cause quite frankly, there is nothing to do here. Ever. Oh well.
Have been thinking about me and Jordan's relationship. I'm not sure if I want it to keep going. She still is controlling and still is really bitchy about stupid shit. Today I told her about my college thoughts and she got pissed off. I was talking to her for advice not talking to her cause I needed someone to yell at me like a parent.
I understand it's much harder to get a good job with no college experience, but look at the good hearted people working at a gas station or taco bell. Some of them have families, and with that job it supports them just enough. And I bet they are gratefull. They don't need a lot of money to feel successful and feel happy. Knowing that they are bringing home food and shelter to their family is satisfying to them. That I truely admire.
Unlike Jordan, Money does not make me that happy. I enjoy the bare minimum and getting something accomplished, no matter how little the deed or task was. I want to do what I love, not generate paper with value.
As of lately, it feels like I can't be my goofy self around her. Or be anything else besides "normal." Whatever the fuck that means.
I spilled my thoughts into text, enjoy the randomly triggered inteligence from within me. | | |
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