6 years ago
I'm out of here in less than two weeks. Almost everything is packed and ready, leaving only the items I use daily to be thrown in a box at the last second.
I also cleared out 90% of the stuff in my closet, all the cobwebs and skeletons...but not really. There's a bunch of boxes with only books in them, and the others have random stuff that I should probably keep. Apparently, my parents are going to be painting my whole room a few months after I'm moved out, and I want to be the one to throw my shit in a box.
So empty...When I'm gone, what will be left but dust and empty furnature?
6 years ago
High school is officially over, which naturally means there is much work to be procrastinated...I mean done. Preparing for getting the heck out of here being the top priority, which is just a notch above Gaming. But the world couldn't deal with it if any of this was easy for me, so there is the complication of cut hours at work and no other jobs in sight. As much as I hate it, that's just how a materialistic society functions, so even if I don't agree with the whole idea of...well, a lot...I'm not going to pass up the opportunity to do something others around me haven't.
It's going to suck being poor. It's going to suck so very bad.
On a slightly lighter note, things aren't going horribly. 'The man' is working on getting into the same college I was accepted into starting next semester, and if his options work out then he won't be paying for anything...which means mooching, lots and lots of mooching. And we're both perfectly fine with that.
Regardless of warnings, the future doesn't scare me at all.
Homines Non Boni Seriose
6 years ago
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- - - - - - - - - - - - - -January 29, 2009 - May 23, 2009- - - - - - - - - - - - -
A most precious life taken away by the most brutal of means.
Goddess, please watch over her.
6 years ago
It's strange coming back to see, after I've changed so much...this page has remained the same. I went out to meet new people, got new hobbies, and overall have fun while doing it. And here's my RvB profile, exactly as I left it.
You ever take a really refreshing shower and come out feeling as if something else should have changed while you were in there, to mirror how clean you are? Probably not, but that's sort of what it feels like.
I suppose the curiosity of how everyone's doing brought me back. Am I staying for good? I suppose it depends. I do have easier access, considering I now have my own laptop, but it seems like there's so much going on. I'm starting college this year, so I have graduation and the big move to go through, a friend's wedding to go to this week, an unnecessarily large celebration for tonight, and then a whole lot of time spent having no money. But I'm here now, so I guess that means something.
Happy Memorial Day!
I was wrong about love before. I was wrong about a lot of things, but love in particular. Life never gives you anything when you go out searching for it (jobs, money, good food), so why should love be any different? If you're too busy looking under every rock you see, you'll miss what matters most.
7 years ago
Yeah, I don't think I'm coming back. Ever.
To clear one thing up: no, people didn't cry while I was gone. Well, at least not Kovu. He was just messing around.
I'll still be around if you have any other means of contacting me, but I'm finished with here.
I've kept up two past journals, plus the ones about me leaving. And there's a point to both of them being there. Slade, I'm talking to you.
"My point is, if you have yet to find a lasting love, don't give up hope. Keep looking. Once you find that certain special seed, it shall grow into the most beautiful rose."
2 April 2005
7 years ago
No, I'm not actually dead. It's a metaphor, so please don't take it literally. I'm still very much alive and.....well, I'm alive, at least.
I'll be taking a break from RvB (and most likely the computer in general), and I don't know how long this will last. How long is a piece of string? Anyway, you won't be hearing from me for a while.
Until next time.
10 years ago
Darkness isnÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t always bad, often it is just misunderstood. Someone needs to rule the dark because thatÃ¢â‚¬â„¢s the time where people need hope the most. We have to experience the worst of times before we can learn to appreciate what good comes our way. In fact, there is evil lurking in the darkest corners of our own being, the deepest depths of our very souls. This demon surfaces randomly, or if provoked, and leaves only lust, hatred, and misery in its path. It accepts no obstacles; all will be destroyed. In some cases, however, it can be controlled, and pushes one to their limits.
Chaos cannot be without order, and order not without chaos. One must balance the other perfectly. That is why, on top of the demon, there is an angel inside us all as well. We donÃ¢â‚¬â„¢t have to have wings to be an angel, or for it to emerge; it exists simply in every act of pure kindness.
10 years ago
We all want to fall in love. Why? Because that experience makes us feel completely alive, where every sense is heightened, and every emotion is magnified. Our everyday reality is shattered, and we are flung into the heavens. It may only last a moment, an hour, or an afternoon, but that doesn't diminish its value, because we are left with memories that we treasure for the rest of our lives.
My point is, if you have yet to find a lasting love, don't give up hope. Keep looking. Once you find that certain special seed, it shall grow into the most beautiful rose.
The following are poems found inscribed in public restrooms
(fill in the blanks using your imagination):
Here I lie in stinky vapor,
Because some bastard stole the toilet paper,
Shall I lie, or shall I linger,
Or shall I be forced to use my finger.
Here I sit
Tried to ****
But only farted
Here I sit
What a caper
I have to ****
But I'm out of paper
You had your chance
I tried to fart,
And **** my pants!
Some people come here to take a ****,
I came here to leave one.
Some come here to sit and think,
Some come here to **** and stink,
But I come here to scratch my balls,
And read the bull**** on the walls...
Here I sit, I'm at a loss
trying to **** out taco sauce.
When it comes, I hope and pray,
I don't blow my ass away
(this is all one poem)
(Written high upon the wall)
If you can piss above this line,
the Hillsboro Fire Department wants you.
(Seen above a urinal)
Please do not throw cigarette butts in our urinal.
We don't piss in your ashtrays!
(Scratched into the paint of the condom-dispensing machine)
"Don't buy this gum, it tastes like rubber."
(Under a sign that said: "Employees Must Wash Hands")
I waited and waited, but I finally washed them myself.