3/30/09

Exam


So I just finished my french exam... it was interesting. I am aiming for a B+ at best though... B- for sure. I might get a C+ but I'm not too worried about it. The girl next to me hadn't even filled in most of the oral part, which is always a bonus to lift my spirits.

School has been tough lately. I've been keeping to classes and such but sometimes it feels so hard to go to class. My dad was a major part of my inspiration to achieve and finish school. Now that he is gone I feel like this huge chunk of me has just fallen off dead to the ground.

Not that I'm thinking of quitting school or anything like that. I love school and really want to graduate and become a teacher... it just harder now. I could always come home with a good grade or a nice report to see him happy that I was succeeding. That was what drove me to the point where Kyle, the C+ in high school is being offered a place in the honors society. And you know what? I don't really care.

Also things that should be awesome aren't as great as they seem anymore. Things such as my promotion at work just aren't as exciting anymore. I can sometimes feel the claws of depression clutch my heels.

The part that hurts the most is when I wake up everyday to the sun in my room, remembering that these special things are happening and that I haven't told dad yet... only to have it hit me that he isn't there to give me his praise or a smile of approval. He just isn't there.

3/26/09

Working on it!!!


Today is busy. School, Drug Test, School, Work. Simple yet deceptively intense.

3/20/09

Reborn the Phony Ones


I hate phonies. I hate them as much as Holden Caulfield, but I can't say we come from the same perspective.

All I care about is if you know you're faking it. If you know you're faking it, then fine. Please spare me the wasted time, drama, and meaningless progression of this "fake" identity. At least you know what you are doing. You know you are missing out. You know you are causing the drama. You know you are the one who needs to sort this out.

I can't help you with that. I'm sorry, that's how it works.

Eventually you'll understand. I know you might not right now or you're just nodding to every word I say, but someday you'll know. You'll just freakin' know how stupid it all is and fuck salt like Tourettes Guy on the internet and move on.

Yeah. It's simple. I know. God it is way too simple but remember this: not everyone makes it there. Not everyone gets to fuck the salt.

So it is your time table but there it is for you. It took me longer than most and yet sooner than others. No one knows. It's like dying. You never know when it is going to happen.

But believe me. It is definatly the end of your life as you know it and the rebirth of another. The funny part is that once it happens to you, you know someday it will happen again and you'll become a whole new person once again.

3/19/09

I had a bad day.

I don't want to go into details, but I had a bad day today. I'm allowed to have a bad day when it happens and no one will tell me when I can or can't have one. It is mine and I am going to be selfish this time because I deserve it.

Anyways, I hope tomorrow will be better.

3/17/09

21 years

I made it. Yay.

...

I'm going to bed like an old person now. Good night!

3/7/09

March 7th - Thoughts


Rain, plain old rain
is suddenly a blessing.
No more noises or moans
heard from home sweet home.
Now I am alone to lounge about.
Only the ominous, aluminum drops
are dripping down the sticky handrails.
Students escape to their cars for shelter.
Yesterday's car repairs are next weeks rides from friends.
"One more day, we will call you." the lady lets me know.
If only she knew what one more day meant.
Maybe Monday I'll call her back.
But I'd better wait before,
they rush on my repairs.
I love my Wrangler.
My dad did too.