Looks like it’s blogging time! Gotta get my quota in before the end of the month. =p
It won’t be perfect, but I’ll try! Watch it all sound different than what I intend…
So yeah…I could blog about my vacations…I could blog about Camp Helaman…but it would take a while, actually, this is gonna take a while. Last night I told myself I’d leave Word up while I am on just so that I could write a half-decent post. I can’t do it under the pressure of time. So, I decided to write all day and see what comes of it. Of course I won’t post till tomorrow; otherwise what I said about the quota wouldn’t be relevant here.
First off, I’d like to start by stating the obvious. I’m an idiot. Everyone may see me as perfect, but I know how to lie. Sure everyone sees me as the perfect child, but there’s more than what they know. Somehow probably relating to this in some miniscule way is an empty threat. It bugs me when people say I’ve gone too far, then say something like: ‘I oughta hit you.’ Then I’ll say go for it, and they’ll just shrug it off. If you’re gonna threaten something, chances are, you’d better be willing to follow through with it. I know I deserve to be hit, punched, kicked, choose your poison, yet no one ever goes past an empty threat. It irritates me.
Now to get into the rant! Hooray for 1a.m. o’clock in the morning typing! That wall is partially broken, If only I weren’t at my desk but up at engineering state, there’d be more to say. But who knows?
The good thing about procrastinating, is that all the good thoughts can be put in at the last minute. Just like tonight, when I was leaving Cams. There was no reason for it, but while I was blading home one of the first thoughts after ‘What a beautiful night…ooo lightning!’ was something to the effect of ‘Where’d Brdeeds go?’ As if she were there watching and blading with me. I have no clue why it came, or why I’m typing it, but the backspace key is too far away, and the mouse even further! So it stays.
As the song goes, “Everybody has something, they had to leave behind.” Well, I’m sure it’s true. There’s always something in the past that holds us where we are. I can’t quite put my finger on it, but it’s gonna take a lot to drag me away from you, if that’s what it truly is. I don’t know what I’m fighting for, but there’s just something in me that…can’t make up its mind. It just makes it up as it goes along.
And that’s the news from the desk. Hopefully I can copy and paste it before completely crashing.
Talk to ya’ll later…sometime, somehow, somewhere…
-Jeremy
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