i hear your cries. i’ll try to appease your complaints. i’ll post something. i don’t want any of your heads to explode. don’t want you to get a heart attack.
it’s kinda funny looking at stats on this website. right after each post, i get a lot of hits. however, as time progresses and i don’t post, i get fewer and fewer hits. but for some reason, after a couples weeks of literally one or two hits a day, the number jumps up again. i think maybe it’s because people start to figure i should be due to write something soon so they keep checking.
it’s been a while. so long, in fact that even i thought it was getting due for me to post. besides, of all times to post, i think i’d want to remember these times the most. years from now i’d like to know what i was thinking right now. oh, how i’d like to see who i’m going to be years from now. but alas.. we must wait. maybe that’s the fun part of it.
i’m going to wonder why i ended the last paragraph so oddly.
my favorite past time
life has been extremely busy for me. i’m constantly tired… though i always have been but now i have more reason to be. i’m taking too many classes and don’t have enough books. i’m working for too little hours way too far away from home. i’m in my car for much too long and at destinations for too short of time.
it’s the 4th week of school… only… 11 more? we still haven’t truly gotten in full stride yet i’m already exhausted. somehow some way, all my teachers know me by name this semester. how does that happen? they comment when i don’t come to class. no no… they worry when i don’t come to class. what an interesting concept.
if i apply myself, i should be able to ace my classes… if i apply myself.
i now am trying to make a decision. pomona, san jose, cal state la… in the fall? or should i stay back one more semester and try for something greater. i should talk to my cs professor on which school to go to.
on an unrelated note, my spiritual life is in a crapshoot. no one cares. i don’t care. maybe it’s just a phase. hopefully it’s just a phase. i just feel like there should be something more. it’s routine. church is dharma. it’s passionless. but that’s how it is and that’s how it’s going to be. i’ll learn to not care.
– 3 hours have passed since the beginning of this post
a trend i’ve started to notice… especially because i work with little kids now is seeing those backpacks with wheels. i remember when these things first started coming out way back when… but anyone that used to use one was the subject of mass mockery, but now.. it seems every little kid has it. how lazy are these kids getting? they’re already getting pretty tubby to begin with. (i’m so glad jonathan got out of this stage; you better not get one of those backpacks) rolling backpacks… oh come on..
– 1 day has past since the beginning of this post
(it’s been a month.. but really it’s been two)
things i’ve learned –
how long will you survive
– there are certain times i do cuss a lot
– i can spend days with someone and still not get sick of them.
– i can spend a few moments away from someone and already miss them.
– sometimes the actual activity is unimportant. simply being able to interact with them is more important
– always think before you act. there are things that you could do in your life that are just of the moment that’ll utterly alter things for the rest of your life.
– i will never write a song i’ll completely like
– i’m never completely satisfied
– sometimes.. i gotta stop myself and realize, “yes, i am happy”
– yes, i am happy.