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LIVEJOURNAL PEOPLE--

I'M OFFICIALLY DONE HERE.  WAY TO MUCH DRAMA FOR THIS KID TO HANDLE.  

I'LL MISS YOU LIKE HELL, BUT NOT THE DRAMA FILLED PEOPLE.  LIVEJOURNAL RUINED MY LIFE!

ADIOS!

"Times Like These"

In times like these
In times like those
What will be will be
And so it goes
And it always goes on and on...
On and on it goes

And there has always been laughing, crying, birth, and dying
Boys and girls with hearts that take and give and break
And heal and grow and recreate and raise and nurture
But then hurt from time to time like these
And times like those
And what will be will be
And so it goes

And there will always be stop and go and fast and slow
Action,Reaction, sticks and stones and broken bones
Those for peace and those for war
And god bless these ones, not those ones
But these ones made times like these
And times like those
What will be will be
And so it goes
And it always goes on and on...
On and on it goes

But somehow I know it won't be the same

-by: Jack Johnson

Today I plan to do a lot of things... but at the same time, nothing.

My new punching bag is a life saver, and so isn't the gym, although I haven't been since Thursday.

I'm going to South Portland with Jess for a bit.  Then back here to clean my room, and mess around with that punching bag.

Later.

I'm at this weird spot... can't really explain it.

Jess and I are going to Sebago Brewing in Potland for dinner and drinks.

Michelle, sorry I didn't answer the phone or call you back. I'm just scared for some reason. Not of you, but of the situation.
But I do love you, and think about you all the time.

Hawaii, I miss you so much.( Collapse )

This is the co-worker that I have major issues with... But as a musician and songwriter, all I have to say is, damn... she is amazing.

http://www.rachelgriffin.com/index…

Sometimes it would be so nice to just be able to disappear off the face of the earth... have no contact with anyone... not have to worry about anything.

There is a solution. But not one that appeals much to me at this time.

I have no direction. No motivation. I feel like a god damn drone. Not human. Not me. Not anything of value.

This is not saying that I am not valued by some. I am. I know I am. But sometimes that just isn't enough, but there is no solution to that.

It's like I just feel unfixable; not saying that I am broken. Well, maybe I am. Maybe I am broken.

Am I?

My mom and I did my taxes tonight, and I am getting back crap. I got a check from Fidelity last year for what I made to store into retierment at Shaw's, and I never put it in to an IRA, so the state and the government took 175 dollars my check for their pockets.

This makes me very mad. I worked lots, and I have nothing to show for it.

I miss you, buddy.  Come home!  I hope your safe and warm somewhere.

We haven't seen him since the beginning of this week, and there is a snow storm tonight/tomorrow.  I'm worried about him.  I just wish I knew what happened, or where he is.

My wallet is gone. And one of my CROCS is missing. Last I saw of either of them was at the gym. My mom brought up the very likely-hood that it had been stolen. I thought I misplaced it, but after an entire day of looking for it, it is nowhere to be found. It is not in my house, my car, my parents car, at work, at the gym, at any store I've been too recently...

I called to cancel my debit/credit card tonight... but no one was there, so hopefully someone will call me in the morning.

Tomorrow I need to get in touch with the DMV and inquire about a new license.

I hate to dtive without it... I hate to be without it.

I hate talking about this. My family is all pissy with me about it too, and it makes it so much more worse. Worry about your own shit.

I'm done with this post.