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| I want to write. I don't know why, but it has always intrigued me. I would like to make up stories about things that I have seen, people that I know or events that I have lived. I wonder if people would buy my work or even read my work I suppose is the more important thing. I think I have the skill to write. I just have no time to write. That should be one of my goals before I am 25, to write a book. That would be an achievement. I wanted to start a website with my friend who wanted to grow a beard. I don't know what would be on my web site. What would I sell. I donn't know if I have any marketable skill or product I can make. And if I were to make a site, just a site with nothing for sale just a site to be out there in the cyber world to sit there out there with all the other sites that clog up this eclectric, surreal, unreal strange cyber world, what would be on it? Maybe I could make one of those all about me sites,, but wouldn't that be much like what this site is. I suppose I would then put my whole life on the net for all to see. I wonder if I would then feel like the charater Jim Carrey played in that movie, The Truman Show. Wierd, or would it just be another lame site. I don't like reality shows so it doesn't make much sense foor me to make a reality site. Back to homework. | | |
| so whats going on? My beard is still growing. It looks okay. I find myself very disinterested in school. I spend the least amount of time on my school work. I went out to do cat things with my bearded friend. We ate some fungai and ran around the neigborhood. I wish I had something very phylisophical things to say or in this case write. I suppose I am not very inspired. My girl friend left today to go "plan the next stage in her life." Wow, the next stage. I think I am nervous about the next stage. What will it be? How can you plan it? Time to procrastinate some more before going to bed. | | |
| Salut à mon nouveau Blogring. Je crois que la majorité de vous parle français alors je suis content d'avoir l'opportunité d'ecrire dans la langue des poetes et philosophes si j'ai envie et il y aura quelqu'un quelque part qui me comprendra. | | |
| Well a friend of mine wants to grow a beard and somehow we ended up making an agreement to not shave till Halloween. Last time I did this someone thought I was thirty. No offense to anyone who is thirty that may be reading this but when you are 21 you don't want to be called thirty. I'm just killing time, not doing homework waiting until 1 am when I get to go pick up that beautiful half japanese girl from the airport. I finally quite the evil empire called Starbucks. I was offered a position teaching French to 12 and 13 year olds in a middle school. I won't make more than before but at least it will be an awsome addition to my resumé. I'm curious if I am getting into a rut. I hate school and I hate my job, which won't be my job for very long now but still. I used to be really exited about school at least until finals then I hated it. Now I just started hating it right at the begining. I realized that when I started carrying a flask in by bag at school. My beard aspiring friend thinks that his friends think less of him or think different of him for having a "real job," I actually admire him and am jealous of him. I would love to have something that I really liked to do everyday that I got paid to do. But alas I am doing somehting that I hate and I am paying to do it. I don't have that much longer so I suppose that if I just bite my lip I can make it through. This semester should be easy but I just don't want to do it so it is making it hard. Next semester will be better. I am going to take classes that I will enjoy more I think. Peace out. | | |
| Here we go. I don't know how this works but I figure it can't hurt to put my life on the internet. It is a bit past 1 am and I have school tomorrow. I really don't want to be in school. I would much rather be, I don't know, in Paris, Cuenca, Beziers anywhere. But no I am here in Portland in school. I suppose I should enjoy my last year in college but I'm not. But hey at least I am not crawling through 500 yards of shit, right? Anyway, I'm out for the night. | | |
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