Time: 11:29 AM
Music: Minor Threat
Drink: Santa Cruz Organic Orange Mango Juice
The thought of writing in my journal today holds no appeal. Ironically I'm here writing in it, about how I don't care to write in it today.. but I'm kind of making myself just put my thoughts out onto paper so to speak, instead of concentrating on one topic. Its one of those days where everything I write feels forced, and when that happens I really feel like my writing skill level drops several points. I've already written pretty long posts on the topics of popularity, my love for modest people, wrote a poem, wrote about my plans for the weekend... but I erased them all because I'd re-read it and just go "blah" so fuck it. I'm actually in a really good mood.. the sun is shining outside.. I got to sleep in till 10am today, and last night I went out and danced to some good Breaks and also had an amazing session of Kung-Fu.
I feel that a budget cut approacheth.. I've been spending too much money lately, plus I've got several big dumb bills to pay. I just paid the city of Portland 255$ yesterday for a lame speeding ticket.. so all freeloading fucks in jail enjoy your gruel! Cause dinner is on me tonight!
"I am. I think. I will.
My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . .
My forest . . . This earth of mine. . . .
What must I say besides? These are the
words. This is the answer.
I stand here on the summit of the mountain.
I lift my head and I spread my arms.
This, my body and spirit, this is the end
of the quest. I wished to know the meaning
of things. I am the meaning. I wished
to find a warrant for being. I need no
warrant for being, and no word of sanction
upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction."
Music: Minor Threat
Drink: Santa Cruz Organic Orange Mango Juice
The thought of writing in my journal today holds no appeal. Ironically I'm here writing in it, about how I don't care to write in it today.. but I'm kind of making myself just put my thoughts out onto paper so to speak, instead of concentrating on one topic. Its one of those days where everything I write feels forced, and when that happens I really feel like my writing skill level drops several points. I've already written pretty long posts on the topics of popularity, my love for modest people, wrote a poem, wrote about my plans for the weekend... but I erased them all because I'd re-read it and just go "blah" so fuck it. I'm actually in a really good mood.. the sun is shining outside.. I got to sleep in till 10am today, and last night I went out and danced to some good Breaks and also had an amazing session of Kung-Fu.
I feel that a budget cut approacheth.. I've been spending too much money lately, plus I've got several big dumb bills to pay. I just paid the city of Portland 255$ yesterday for a lame speeding ticket.. so all freeloading fucks in jail enjoy your gruel! Cause dinner is on me tonight!
"I am. I think. I will.
My hands . . . My spirit . . . My sky . . .
My forest . . . This earth of mine. . . .
What must I say besides? These are the
words. This is the answer.
I stand here on the summit of the mountain.
I lift my head and I spread my arms.
This, my body and spirit, this is the end
of the quest. I wished to know the meaning
of things. I am the meaning. I wished
to find a warrant for being. I need no
warrant for being, and no word of sanction
upon my being. I am the warrant and the sanction."
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but unlike you I'm not in a good mood.
h.s.