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being old and boring is pretty bad - whiteorgreen

Dec. 23rd, 2005

09:51 pm - being old and boring is pretty bad

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i used to think about things that mattered. when i had slumber parties with friends, we would talk until morning about heaven, love, and the purpose of life. i would read books about it and think about it until my thoughts became so complicated that i had to read again to find answers. i felt like i wasn't willing to have a conversation unless it felt "important."
now all i seem to talk about is graduate school, work, or what my or my friend's plans are for the near future.
i talked with someone yesterday that gave me a glimpse of the sort of conversations i want to have with people. he also gave me a glimpse of the way i want to live my life.
i want to end every day feeling like i took every opportunity to experience everything there was to experience. i want to go to bed exhausted and hungry for tomorrow.

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From:deoirfola
Date:December 23rd, 2005 08:28 pm (UTC)
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instead of numb & full of today.
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From:chris_almond
Date:December 24th, 2005 12:25 pm (UTC)
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who was the person? david?
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:December 26th, 2005 01:20 am (UTC)

taking names

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for example: i was in line to see brokeback mountain with my mom(in a new mall. i don't understand most of these people) and this older guy tries to walk pass my mom and put my shoulder out to bump him and and put myself in front of him because i'm not gonna let some tool cut in front my mother so i say, "quit tryin' to cut in line!"
a woman in front of us gets upset(his bitchy wife?) and says "hey! he's with me!" and i said "well, maybe you should say something before you slither you way in line buddy!" i felt like a prick because mom doesn't like that kind of behavior from me. oh well.

last night, i broke a brick in half with my palm. then i did again with my fist because i was enraged that carrie left in midst of a a heart-wrenching conversation. my knuckles are sore. our relationship is over. my heart is ripped to shreds.

love, jean
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:December 26th, 2005 01:16 pm (UTC)

Re: taking names

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hey jean, this is luke. come find me and lets break bricks forever
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:December 28th, 2005 08:06 pm (UTC)

Re: taking names

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how can i find you luke?
my number is 8665-8818
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:December 28th, 2005 08:07 pm (UTC)

Re: taking names

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i meant to type 866-8818
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From:deoirfola
Date:February 26th, 2006 05:45 pm (UTC)
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I dreamt last night I planted you a garden in the form of a letter, and it began with your namesake, Melissa, then said to not ingest caffeine or starches, and to take care of your body & habits to be happy & healthy.
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