Monday, September 01, 2003

 

9/1/03

I have another new nickname: "The Guru of Calmness"

My friends, you have serious problems.

Gotta claim APoc, Lounge Out Style and the OoOoWeE Essentials.

I had a dream that I was walking the shore with a lovely love underneath the moonlight. Things got to a going and I found myself rolling around with said lovely love in the dirt and spending a good amount of time making out. All things would have been especially sweet had I not felt bad for getting my date all dirty.

Oops on me.

Lunch can get quite boring sometimes.

I am now the ASB representative person thingy for my 4th period class. Am I proud? No. And hearing that I won by an easy 10 votes didn't make me any prouder.

Is there something wrong in finding the fact that she makes me feel stupid at times sexy?

In Walked Bud.

And then there was one.

You know, I recall a time when girls paid for your favors in kisses.

Whatever happened to the good ol' days?

Whatever happened to the girl that I could talk to for hours?

Whatever happened to the girl that was feeling my groove?

I'm so beyond basorexic but lately I've been beyond xenobombulating.

Ha! And you say I'm not a nerd. Would a nerd know those words? I'm going with a 'no' here.

USA showed Can't Hardly Wait, 10 Things I Hate About You and Bring It On today, one after the other. Yeah, I was happy.

Nothing rhymes with orange.

I don't want to see anyone I know stressed out. If there's anything I could possibly do to make your day, holla at yo boy.

I'm still waiting for the moment that I can save the day.

Yeah, I think I'm going to cut my hair.

What is that doing here?

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He was the type of person that always knew what to say. If there was a way to make your day, he certainly was going to try and do it. He always sported a smile and it made you wonder if there was anything in the world that could possibly bring him down. Needless to say, he didn't have any enemies and even if he did he had enough friends to put that person in check. Highly intelligent, but overly modest. He put up a ridiculous front to dissuade the idea that he had any train of thought.
But anyone could see through this facade because when he wasn't smoothly making conversation or fidgeting in the middle of class from boredom, you could find him in a state of deep contemplation. A relaxed look swept his composition, but you can tell by the way he stared ahead of him that something heavy was on his mind. Or perhaps there wasn't. Maybe it was juss random thinking going on. However, you knew there was something going down in that kid's head.
What could he possibly be thinking? Everyone knew that it clearly wasn't what was happening in class. He already knew what was going on. Perhaps he was breaking down the few bad things that were going on in his life. Disassembling them, portion by portion, finding the best possible way to deal with it all so that he could continue to say that 'it was all good' in the end.
Then again, he wasn't romantically linked so maybe he was daydreaming about a girl. Listing all the qualities that she possessed that he loved. Cogitating on how well the two meshed together. Fashioning a mental happy face as he thought of the way she would turn in his general direction and sport that radiant smile that he cherished so dearly. Poetically piecing together the reasons for his basorexia and need for an osculant encounter.
Or maybe it was both on a higher level. He could have been cerebrating on all of his past actions. Reminiscing of all his previous deeds and the various outcomes that came with them. Conditioning himself to not make the same mistakes again while noting the things that could be done again favorably. This learning process pertaining to conflicts, girls and hell, life in general.
But through it all, you came to one conclusion. Though he possessed an unequaled optimism and an augmented level of thinking, he wasn't any much different. It was this fact that he constantly tried to tell everyone. He felt he didn't deserve all that recognition and praise because he knew that he wasn't trying any harder than the rest of us. And it was because of that mentality that so many had admired him for so long.

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"Where the hell did that come from?"

Docking out...
-Ryan : keeping things copacetic since 1987

Ryan posted this at 6:12 PM.