Talkin bout this earlier today...

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Am I alone in thinking that's a little excessive?

I'm totally running out of titles.

Why does it seem as if everyone seems to be going through some kind of hardship? Is that what living in the "real world" is all about? I D Fuckin K anymore.

On an another note, I continue to be blown away by this one girl's blog. I swear its somewhat refreshing to see someone blogging about stuff that I think really reveals who they are and what they're about. Even if my blog is nothing more than meaningless drivel.

Stuff. . . and unrelated stuff.

It just occurred to me that good writers can make even ordinary, everyday events, seem like something incredibly fascinating. I know, I'm late in figuring this out, but I think its one of the reasons I love reading stories from people who ride buses.

Another thing that occurred to me is the fact that my blogging is a lot like the way I think. Unstructured and constantly jumping from one thing to another, never finishing the current thought. I somehow manage to tie one thought to a completely different and unrelated thought which probably makes my writing hard as hell to figure out.

I sad. Not quite sure why. I have almost everything that I always used to dream of having when I was younger. I used to wonder what it would be like to come home at odd hours of the morning, or be able to drive anywhere I please, anytime I please. I used to tell myself what I would do if I had money to spend, or if I had a girlfriend. The thing is, I have most of these things now. I have friends who I know won't screw me over, I have a wonderful girlfriend who takes care of me, I have a car and a job. . . Yet I can't honestly say I'm happy.

Maybe its the fact that I've wanted these things for so long and I've had to work for everything. Not a single one of those things came easy. I suppose I could say that I lucked into a car and a job, but neither is particularly good.

I can't explain why I'm unhappy right now, but this is yet another blog entry that makes me sound totally emo. Bleh. Again.

On friends.

100th post? It only took me four years to get here. Living the community college life now, and I'm hanging out with people who are all from my high school. I haven't even met anyone new to kick it with. That's not to say that I still hang out with the same group of people. Strangely enough, thats been the biggest change. Got that R5 thing going on now so ya. I'm mothuurfuckin addicted to NBA 2k10 and my eyes hurt from staring at screens all day. Something just popped into my head kinda, but i lost the thought.

I figure I'll just try and set out one of my theories on friends. Basically, I think that each person only has 2-3 really, really, close friends. And by close friend, I mean someone who you cant tell damn near anything to, someone who will be there for u if you get injured, that kind of friend. I think it's really hard to have more than 2 or 3 of that kind of friend really hard. The amount of time required to maintain that bond with those few people is already a lot. There are some people who I'm close with, but we're lucky if we even talk on a weekly basis. The people who I am really close with, I talk to them almost every day. All of this is basically another way of setting up which people are going to be the ones who stay in your life.

I have more to say on this, but not right noow. Right now I got a mad craving for some milo so ima go satisfy that before trying again some other time.