don't ya hate it when that happens?
Sunday, July 06, 2003
it's been awhile...
i disappeared into mountains for unicamp during the last week of june. i have so much to write about i don't know where to start. maybe i shouldn't start ;) i had the oldest girls... they were probably the best behaved units in the whole camp. :) i miss the food there... i definitely don't miss the mosquitos... ate my flesh alive! i'm still scratching those darn things. hmmm, life hasn't really been bad lately. just sort of a daydream whirl.. sorta like that scene in american beauty where the boy taped the wind lifting the bag into circles... dance little bag, dance! aherm... yeah.. hhehehe. i'm been a zombie, but at least the pain has subsided. i'm happy, but confused about the future, what to expect, etc.. i keep expecting the answer to fall onto my lap, but i really am on my own with this decision... first comes first... we'll see... the countdown's begun.... where will she be this coming fall? july left.... traveling august.. then what? life never used to be so up in the air. i want security, but i don't know.. i want comfort.. but it evades me... silly me. i find comfort in my little dragon friend who doesn't even really know who i am... wow this paragraph is jumpy...
kast night at the club we spotted tyson beckford.. he's a hottie. i met a few people that i really liked... this one couple has 2 snakes and one of them's a python! this other sweet person's going to try to help me out at her co. i feel pressure from family.. why can't life be simple...
i was looking at the news today and things could have always been worse. on the front page of the sunday paper there was a picture of the aftermath of suicide bombings at a rock concert... my first thought was "they're here? in america?!?!? " but then i read it was in moscow.... children killing children... my heart tore out at the picture of a guy sitting next to the dead, covered body of his girlfriend...
in iraq.. people being trained by the us were targets of guerrillas. a bomb was planted in front of a police headquarters killing people... again.. .a picture of a little brother restrained and screaming in pain...
everyone's been getting into friendster...
people try to be cool and not give in, but really. i think it is a great way to keep in touch with long lost friends... a lot of people from high school have been contacting me through it and it touches me.... i clicked on a hoobastank link and was led to a "brian's" profile... i admire his desire to help others... i want that ambition and passion.. where did the me go? where did people like him disappear to? there are so few....
