octoberseven

I am the king of procrastination.

The apartment is coming along a little at a time. I'm not moved in yet, but I have some stuff over there.

I'm so fucking happy right now! Got my own place. I'm not moved in yet, but I have the keys. The apartment is mine. Though it'll take some getting use to, I've never lived by myself before.

Barring unforseen circumstances I'll have the key to the apartment tomorrow.

I've been trying to get an apartment of my own, I got a letter today saying I've been approved. I gan stop by their office and pick up my lease agreement after the weekend.

Learn as if you're going to live forever. Live as if you're going to die tomorrow.

Long, slow day today. Bought myself a new 6-disc stereo. I've needed one for awhile. A sorta (early) birthday present to myself. Breaking it in with NIN, Aphex Twin, and Future Sound of London. Also picked up a new journal book. I should start trying to write again.

I'm seriously thinking about trying to find my own place. I think I've lived with my parents...
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For years I have projected forth a mass of negativity. It has always echoed and came back to me. No longer. I refuse to be that bitter, hateful, self-loathing boy anymore.

Finally a little bit of good news......

I should write something here, but I can't think of anything. I had something kinda cool that I was going to put here a couple of days ago, but I didn't get around to it. Now I can't remember what it was.

Oh dear - I've wrote something here afterall.

Thank you for wasting your time reading this.

New profile pic - The statue of Christ the Redeemer, atop Corcovado Mountain 2,000 ft. above Rio de Janero, Brazil. Even with out the religious aspect I've always thought this was one of the most beautiful and inspiring things in the world.

Where have you been? Where have you been? My son, my merry son.
On the seashore, o on the seashore. Mother, my darling one.
And what have you been doing there? My son, my merry son.
I have been watering my hourse. Mother, my darling one.

Why is there blood upon your feet? My son, my merry son.
My horse stamped with his iron shoe....
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