Life is good…

Till I fuck something up and end up in an isolated hell.
This may get ugly, but its time to have a good rant….

If you’ve never heard of him…

You’ve been missing out.

His name is Paul Potts-

Of Grenades and Roses

In one hand- A Grenade.
In the other- A Rose.

Why do we do this to each other?

simply the best

Thats what my friends are.

Im not sure what is a better word to the Canyon County Fair: Lame, or Memorable. Honestly, It was lame… Any ride worth riding had a line so long it wasn’t worth waiting for. However, the little clique I was in made the best of it. The fair has really become more of that social event where you should/have to make an appearance one of nights the fair is in town, even if there really isnt anything to do. (ala tonight)
I have to say though, I ended up going with two of my best friends and it was just fun to chill and talk about the old days.
Like the days when chris and I were Ball boys for the CHS football team, man we were hot shit back then.
The old days when CHS used have its home football games at Simplot and the Train had the incredible timing of coming by the stadium during halftime, damn those trains… but the whistle had a perfect middle C pitch.
The days when Optimus Youth Football was played every Saturday and how the booths at the rodeos seemed so much bigger than they do now.

Those days and my best friends are Simply the best.

It points to what you want most in this world

and who knows what that may be. My compass isn’t broken, but it’s definitely spinning out of control. I just dont know, I just dont know- or maybe I do.

Switching to another of the many gears in my head-
I have no problem with chas, but seemingly everyone else does. Obviously I don’t listen as often as I should, but after hearing -”She’s probably just using you man.” “You’re crazy, you know she doesn’t really care” and numerous other minor joking threats to my health, I cant say it hasnt made me wonder.
I guess I still care about her, and dare I say I had a decently good time this evening- I just dont know if I was used for her to see a movie or if she actually wants to be my friend. Im hoping for the latter, but only time will tell I suppose.

and…

*update* I didnt know that crystal mud existed

20 Years in the making

And this is going to be good.

Prayin For Better Days

It feels good to be always one step ahead… It keeps things moving and keeps that mystique about me that people that keeps people coming back, but occasionally I put things on cruise control and start struggling to keep one step ahead, and that becomes my downfall… which is where Im at right now.
Im pretty sure sarcasm will be my downfall in life- I’ll say something and people dont realize Im just being a bit sarcastic and take it the wrong way… which lead to unexpected turns that I woulda never have expected. I hate that. And about 98% of the time- I dont mean it. Im pretty suie what Ive got to do, in one situation anyway- is let it drop off the map and then come back when i know what I want to do.
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I hate it when things appear futile, and i cant tell if she is just being hard to get or is really that blonde. Or have I pissed her off… This sucks, had a great conversation going till both of our favorite subjects came up… and now I cant tell if she really doesnt know what a Mellophone is or if I just pissed her off.
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I hate missing out… my family just left for San Francisco for a week and yet again- I get to miss out on the fun because I HAD to take this summer math course. My mom says that December will be different- but that’s Five fucking months away.

Gotta love trips to the ER

But I hate those stupid hospital gowns, they really don’t show off my better side.