Sunday, January 18, 2004

 

1/17/04

Party in Hell cancelled due to fire.

My status as an uncle has been recently reimbursed.

I've been getting a lot of headaches recently. Por que? No se.

School? 'Tis all good, my homie.

However, I feel like I am taking too much of an advantage of McNalley.

By the way..."The cow is of the bovine ilk. One end is moo, the other milk."

For serious - For realz - Fo sheezy.

From sophisticated to ghetto in three easy steps.

Patience: I was born with plenty.

Glances are enough to get me through.

I only need one to think about the entire day.

Why is it that I can get people to do things, but I can't get myself to do something?

Was I even in your mind at all?

It should be me.

But it isn't.

And its all good?

There's more to add to this chapter, I'm sure.

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I had trouble sleeping last night. I was tossing and turning for what must've been an hour. For some reason, I juss couldn't stop thinking about her.

I tried to count sheep, but the view would telescope itself into the distant horizon and lo and behold, there she was, sitting atop a white fence, with a basket of flowers, basking in the setting sunlight.

I tried reading The Great Gatsby but the narration of Nick and his splendor in hanging out with Jordan juss made me wonder. His telling of Gatsby's and Daisy's first kiss did nothing but leave me anxious.

I tried to juss jam to music, but all the tracks playing seemed to do nothing but eloquently describe her, killing me softly.

I looked up and the clock read 1:43.

I stood up, looking out my window and into the great heavens. The constellation Orion was resting in the sky, his body pointing in her direction.

I wondered, could she possibly be looking up at the same point in the sky, at this time?

Was she also tossing and turning, finding it hard to fall asleep?

Was she finding herself up because of uncertainty over her feelings?

I felt like when the time came, which would be soon, I would do something.

But its complicated.

I should have been sleeping.

Instead, I was sitting here patiently just for the chance that I might
be able to hold you tight.

In the end, I came to one conclusion:

Sometimes I wish I had never met you.

..but I say a lot of things I don't mean.

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Docking out...
-Ryan : metaphors were created juss so he had something to play with

Ryan posted this at 2:25 AM.