fly by or be fly
this is the part where i dance around, prance, and shout about how happy my life is. umm let me take that back, not so. good news though, last night was the dodger game and i was lucky enough to go with good people and get my favorite boy diddy a ticket. THe innings went by quick, we met some players after the game and thep pitching coach, really crazy experience. He's Katie's uncle and was giving us the most ridiculous inside stories, fuck and he shook my hand like a RUssian bear. A big thank you to katie even though she doesn't have an LJ. I guess i'm going to have an indepth analysis with myself, call it a therapy session. I can't fully explain the ways in which i function lately, no matter what i do it seems to be falling wayyyyyyyyy short of what i'm trying to accomplish. I don't refer to myself as an evil person, i don't grin inside and fake a smile. Try and fill my shoes for two seconds and i doubt you'll hold up in time to tie the laces. I read an amazing short story in my language class and to sum it up, there is no happiness without sanctity. I'm trying to become a lot more humble, not care about the wrong things, do my best to keep myself happy, and keep myself focused on the path that lies ahead. AM I TOO OLD TO STILL WISH ABOUT THINGS? i've been damaged, my wings clipped down an inch shorter, i'm going to start here and tell myself i'm going to make a comeback. the next time you see me I wont be the same person, i'm above this.
random last thoughts: this city is full of potholes. everywhere i turn i see construction and its getting annoying. i still go swimming in my underwear , pool hopping can never be too old. what happened to lunch breaks, i want to see all my friends again. i love you friends. this is getting old