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Nov. 24th, 2001 07:11 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
grindmonkehNothing but the flight of the shadows and cold silences precurse another November sunrise. Certain things are often the same regardless of location or circumstance when you're alone...the faceless hours before dawn most certainly so. I'll be leaving Indianapolis in a few hours, stopping in Terre Haute to feed and water Wonka, and then going on to Palestine and Robinson.
I've been having a passionate affair with a cheeseball for the past two days. It follows me from room to room. Thanksgiving break with the family has been nice, although boredom has began setting in at shorter intervals. I've found myself in front of mom's computer or playing my guitar to while away the time too frequently. I've been listening to Pink Floyd - The Wall Live 1980-1981 nonstop and learning various pieces for amusement. Yesterday morning I went shopping with my ma and grandma before the sun was up. There was a half-mile long line outside of Best Buy waiting to get inside when we got there. I crossed my toes that they had built a new roller coaster inside. Go fish, but my g-ma bought a flashcard for my digital camera and Rogue Squadron for me for Christmas. I got a great scarf at the mall for a steal, and sat down and listened to live musicians play holiday music while those two finished their shopping. I had no luck with obtaining my digital camera prior to December 25th. My ma was unswayed by my hint-dropping. I'm not ungrateful, only anxious.
I went to downtown Robinson to meet up with Damon and Misty on Wednesday night after hanging out at Falseye's place for a few. I ran into my friend Billy and his girlfriend Kelly, my good friend Kim and her boyfriend, and various people who I talked to and dodged. High school friends...talked to. Childhood friends...talked to. Two ex-girlfriends...dodged. A close friend's ex-wife...talked to...talked to...got hit on...dodged. Matth, I aljayths thoughk you were sush a grape guy and that thinks coulld have been differmp beshween us. Billy and Kelly began fighting, and I was elected as the goto guy on that one by both of them. The night became unfun, so I drank faster and more. I gave them my advice and left them to resolve their problems. It was both a fun and totally stupid night, and I seemed to be on the outside looking in until it was over and I was alone once more with retrospect and silence.
I've thought about what I'm thankful for, and without being too elaborate I made a short list:
my family.
my friends, even those (and sometimes especially those) that I've never met.
humor.
music.
beauty.
Wonka.
everyones' tolerance of my wretched humor and moments of stupidity.
laughter.
ideas and innovation.
dreams.
love.
cliche's.
I've been having a passionate affair with a cheeseball for the past two days. It follows me from room to room. Thanksgiving break with the family has been nice, although boredom has began setting in at shorter intervals. I've found myself in front of mom's computer or playing my guitar to while away the time too frequently. I've been listening to Pink Floyd - The Wall Live 1980-1981 nonstop and learning various pieces for amusement. Yesterday morning I went shopping with my ma and grandma before the sun was up. There was a half-mile long line outside of Best Buy waiting to get inside when we got there. I crossed my toes that they had built a new roller coaster inside. Go fish, but my g-ma bought a flashcard for my digital camera and Rogue Squadron for me for Christmas. I got a great scarf at the mall for a steal, and sat down and listened to live musicians play holiday music while those two finished their shopping. I had no luck with obtaining my digital camera prior to December 25th. My ma was unswayed by my hint-dropping. I'm not ungrateful, only anxious.
I went to downtown Robinson to meet up with Damon and Misty on Wednesday night after hanging out at Falseye's place for a few. I ran into my friend Billy and his girlfriend Kelly, my good friend Kim and her boyfriend, and various people who I talked to and dodged. High school friends...talked to. Childhood friends...talked to. Two ex-girlfriends...dodged. A close friend's ex-wife...talked to...talked to...got hit on...dodged. Matth, I aljayths thoughk you were sush a grape guy and that thinks coulld have been differmp beshween us. Billy and Kelly began fighting, and I was elected as the goto guy on that one by both of them. The night became unfun, so I drank faster and more. I gave them my advice and left them to resolve their problems. It was both a fun and totally stupid night, and I seemed to be on the outside looking in until it was over and I was alone once more with retrospect and silence.
I've thought about what I'm thankful for, and without being too elaborate I made a short list:
my family.
my friends, even those (and sometimes especially those) that I've never met.
humor.
music.
beauty.
Wonka.
everyones' tolerance of my wretched humor and moments of stupidity.
laughter.
ideas and innovation.
dreams.
love.
cliche's.
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odd...
Date: 2001-11-24 05:14 am (UTC)Re: odd...
Date: 2001-11-24 10:27 pm (UTC)Re: odd...
Date: 2001-11-25 10:39 am (UTC)Re: odd...
Date: 2001-11-25 03:23 pm (UTC)Re: odd...
Date: 2001-11-25 04:15 pm (UTC)will e-mailing you be fine? i think i still have your e-mail address.
do you have icq or yahoo messenger?
Re: odd...
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Date: 2001-11-24 05:50 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2001-11-24 10:19 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2001-11-24 08:00 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2001-11-24 10:26 pm (UTC)But you know I know when it's a dream
I think I know I mean a "Yes" but it's all wrong
That is I think I disagree.
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Date: 2001-11-25 01:45 pm (UTC)Nothing is real, and nothing to get hung about
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever
Strawberry Fields forever