I saw Jason Vs. Freddy friday night at Californias second Disneyland; Irvine Spectrum. I don't know what I was expecting really. I watched this little 30 minute behind the scenes program on it the same day and new that the storyline was weak. It was bad even though I laughed at some stupid humor parts and got excited when Jason and Freddy really fought. The ending is rediculous but at least it wasn't like
JASON X. We got good seats and got in the movie quick which was great. The showing after ours had a huge line.
After the movie I went to Long Beach, threw conversation back and forth, had some fun, started craving some sexual action but all the women ( which there were very few of) were on this younger guys jock from England. Must be the accent even though you could only briefly hear it in certain instances of talk. Bitter? none the least; I was happy that I got to sleep on a bed and not the floor.
The other night this girl calls me up who I've known since I was like 4. I hadn't seen or talked to her in a long time. She was crying on the phone, a little hysterical and she had no ride to her house which was pretty far from the phone she was at. I drove up the 405 N at around 12 in the morning to go pick her up. She was having lots of trouble with her boyfriend. I ended up sittingin my car for over an hour talking to her about life becuz she wanted to know how I dealt with all the bullshit. She told me I was the only one that made sense to her that's the main reason she called me up. So I tried to calm her down and be a friend. She told some messed up stuff about her life. She said "nothing makes sense in life, what is there that makes sense." I told her the one thing that you can count on making any sense in life is this " Is that it doesn't make any." You're better off understanding this then to continuously worry about why things happen the way they do, trying to understand reasons for everything, trying to make order out of chaos, trying to understand fairness ect. I reiderated " The only thing that makes a single sense in life is that life doesn't make any." She thought it was fucking genious and it helped her out a lot for the moment. I hope it helps her out for the long haul. Of coarse I gave her a lot more advice about finding happiness then this but I could go on forever and don't exactly remeber all that I told her. So at the end of the night I took her back to her apartment, dropped her off and cruised back home.
FUCK! I wish I didn't have to think about these things all the time. Work, work, work....... after a certain age life is work.
Whenever I go back and read my own journals they sound depressing. WTF as writing this one it even made me a little sad.
Busy,busy,busy
The End..........................................
JASON X. We got good seats and got in the movie quick which was great. The showing after ours had a huge line.
After the movie I went to Long Beach, threw conversation back and forth, had some fun, started craving some sexual action but all the women ( which there were very few of) were on this younger guys jock from England. Must be the accent even though you could only briefly hear it in certain instances of talk. Bitter? none the least; I was happy that I got to sleep on a bed and not the floor.
The other night this girl calls me up who I've known since I was like 4. I hadn't seen or talked to her in a long time. She was crying on the phone, a little hysterical and she had no ride to her house which was pretty far from the phone she was at. I drove up the 405 N at around 12 in the morning to go pick her up. She was having lots of trouble with her boyfriend. I ended up sittingin my car for over an hour talking to her about life becuz she wanted to know how I dealt with all the bullshit. She told me I was the only one that made sense to her that's the main reason she called me up. So I tried to calm her down and be a friend. She told some messed up stuff about her life. She said "nothing makes sense in life, what is there that makes sense." I told her the one thing that you can count on making any sense in life is this " Is that it doesn't make any." You're better off understanding this then to continuously worry about why things happen the way they do, trying to understand reasons for everything, trying to make order out of chaos, trying to understand fairness ect. I reiderated " The only thing that makes a single sense in life is that life doesn't make any." She thought it was fucking genious and it helped her out a lot for the moment. I hope it helps her out for the long haul. Of coarse I gave her a lot more advice about finding happiness then this but I could go on forever and don't exactly remeber all that I told her. So at the end of the night I took her back to her apartment, dropped her off and cruised back home.
FUCK! I wish I didn't have to think about these things all the time. Work, work, work....... after a certain age life is work.
Whenever I go back and read my own journals they sound depressing. WTF as writing this one it even made me a little sad.
Busy,busy,busy
The End..........................................
nataskaput:
anybody who throws a crying fit about about a boyfriend then tries to drag "the world doesn't make sense" in with it hasn't expirenced enough of life. my sarcastic ass would of told her "yup, you hit the nail on the head, the world doesn't make sense, welcome to the game called life"