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Name: ian
Country: United States
State: California
Birthday: 9/4/1985
Gender: Male
Expertise: the boggling of minds....sorta
Occupation: Other
Industry: Other
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Member Since:
12/15/2003
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| we got fucked up. it was awesome. that is all.
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| wow sometimes i forget i have this thing. i don't really know why i'm
writing tonight. nobody really reads these things anyway. people who
xanga or myspace or blog or whatever don't really do it to give their
friends an update on life. i know i don't. people use it for that but i
think we really write for ourselves. not that this is a new revelation,
just one that i thought i might point out to no one in particular. i'd
be surprised to get a comment back, truth be told. and i think thats
kinda sad. both the fact that i won't get any response and the fact
that it doesn't surprise me. i guess thats just an indication of how
long its been and how far we all are from each other now. not that
thats bad or strange or wrong. well strange i guess. to know that we're
just not the people we used to be. now all i really want is to enjoy
the company of others and to enjoy life. i did before too, just had
different concepts of both enjoyment and life. but once again, thats
life. i guess we just "keep on trucking" as the saying goes. lol. when
i was young i never thought i'd think anything like my elders. now
looking back, i can't think how i didn't.
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| so its 6:05 and i have an essay due monday and i haven't slept in 18
hours and im not going to sleep for a long time yet. so for another
night i saw the sky turn blue outside the window and i smoked and
listened to music and hung out all night long. so im probably going to
do the same thing tonight and at least a few nights this week and most
definately this weekend. so i saw the blue and the first thing i
thought was, "shit i did it again" and the second thing i thought was,
"fuck yes this is my life."
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| so. tomorrow is the long awaited day where many of us are finally going to return for the first time in at least a few months (or if you're jay, what seems like forever). everybody has their list of stuff to do all planned out and their parents are gonna cook their favorite foods and they're gonna hang out with as many people as possible. i am too. but for some reason i don't feel like im going home. it feels like a vacation yes, but to some distant place where i do not live. chris said he felt like a guest in his own house. i agree and i'm not even home yet. i dunno what i'm gonna do wen i go home. i realized that i'd prefer not to plan anything at all. i'd rather just let things develop. if college did one thing to me, it made me care even less then i did before. when everybody was pysched to go home, there were lists upon lists, exchanges of travel plans and fone numbers, et al. i had my list, its on my xanga. i copied it from my profile this afternoon. but since then i've realized that i'd rather not have a plan. with such a short break, i don't want to rush from place to place and friend to friend hoping to get all the way to the bottom of the list. fuck that. i know that some people have their lists and adhere to them like holy writ. its all good. but i don't plan when i go to starbucks and then grosbec. you never plan the best things in life. looking back its always been me asking khanh, "hey wanna get togehter" or chris calling me at 9 telling me that we're gonna go hookah or maurice saying " hey lets play hockey" you can't plan a bowl of mongolian or a bowl of hookah. ur either in the mood or not. so follow your vacation plans to the letter or have no list at all, i don't care. thats you. for me, i dunno what i'm gonna do. thats the beauty of it. | | |
| i wrote this a few nighs ago. its my new favorite haiku, well that i wrote. do u wanna hear it? well you're gonna cuz i'm bored and this is MY xanga.
i often laugh
-haha-
at fledgling fornicators
i like it. i don't care if u don't. what i do care about is smokng hookah when i get back to sj. with that in mind, here's my list of things to do back home:
1. smoke hookah
2. call khanh cuz we miss her
3. eat mongolian
4. eat la vics
5. play poker
6. get starbucks and sit on grosbec
7. call khanh cuz she's missing all the fun | | |
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