Friday, May 25, 2007

 

05.25.07

Find me some crayons, then STEP OFF, yo.

I'm saving the world.

I realize more and more that I love creating inside jokes with people.

To have something shared between me and another individual.

It makes things fun and creates a stronger bond.

I can't really look forward to the weekend like most kids, 'cause I find that I treat every day like it's the weekend.

I now want a pirate wedding. Not pirate-style, but a pirate wedding.

We've created a monster.

Not gonna lie.

It was just a joke, but somehow this "group" has turned into a character all its own.

How did that happen?

We certainly know how to run with it.

I still find myself in that position...

I don't remind people that I'm Ryan Mose.

They remind me that I'm Ryan Mose.

So, my personality-type deems that I'm a "stroker".

That is, I like to stroke and be stroked.

Go figure.

These past two weeks have been nothing but a blur.

I sometimes forget what day it is.

And it doesn't help that I'm sick.

But it's all good.

The year's ending soon, but I have a lot to look forward to.

I am already anticipating the next school year...

especially with Urban.

No more holding back on these kids.

I've already been working stuff out in my head.

I hear a song and I'm seeing choreo, formations and transition changes.

It's going to be straight fire.

And no more holding back academically.

I'd say no more being lazy, but we all know how that's going to end.

But I'm really going to try.

I still don't know what I want to be doing in the next few years and, in a longer scope, what I want to be doing with my life.

Every week, it's a new notion and idea.

Performer? Instructor? Artist? Counselor? Teacher? Physician? Pharmacist? Life coach? Writer? Beachside prophet? Professional professional?

I'll stick with being the King Goober, for now.

So, I was going to name my son Aha.

But I've changed my mind.

I'm going to name him Yo, instead.

Just so I can say things like, "Hey, Yo-- get over here."

And my other son, I'll dub him Son.

So that when I call them both, I can simply shout, "YO, SON!"

And then I'll name my daughter Skylynn.

'Cause it's pretty.

Pretty like YOUR FACE.

Yeah, I'm talking about you.

Haven't seen you in a while.

I forgot what real beauty looks like.

I really hope you don't read this.

Which brings me up to the next point:

Who DOES read this?

It's an odd contradiction for those that claim that their blogs are their online journals.

In essence, a journal is to be a private thing that one jitters down thoughts and doodles.

But nay, not in the cyber age.

It's now an outlet.

So, can I really call this thing a journal?

Nay, dear reader.

While it may have been entitled so in the past, it no longer is.

I realize more and more that this is a blog.

An outlet for information and perhaps creativity.

I haven't been home all quarter.

I think I'll go in the middle of this next week.

Yeah.

The middle of next week.

I gotta pick up me suit and shiny shoes.

And a lone paycheck.

Money in the bank?

Oh, you know it.

So, I've been listening to a lot of old slow jams lately.

Reasons may or may not be very apparent.

I guess it depends on who you ask.

You know what I like about AIM right now?

Depending on who you talk to, when you spit up a smiley, that smiley EXPLODES IN THE BACKGROUND.

Explodes.

I don't think you understand.

Docking out...
-Ryan : procrastinating in all mediums

Ryan posted this at 3:15 AM.