A craziness.

I've never felt so insane in my life. Living such a monotonous life. How can I be here? Where is this place I am? I feel so... Not me. I can't live in this facade for much longer. Its broken. I can't keep the face on, its not normal for me. Right now, I'm past the point of no return. Everything has finally been put into motion. Travel, costs... Normalized. Clothes, knowledge, normalized. This place is not the place for me. I don't like being part of this crowd. Or being one of these people. Of calling people by ranks, and sirs. This paternal organization is so... Not me. I don't feel like myself here. And they are just going to label me with anxiety problems. Ill let them. Because its true, I have an immense anxiety problem. They are not wrong, just not complete. Something to excite emotion and drive something good. Well this is it. Showing them me. That I don't fit. They are the crazy ones. But they aren't crazy, they just "have their reasons".

I haven't touched in this in Forever.

SO, what shall I do?

I am lost. Lost in a moment when I should be there. Lost in a moment when I should know all. Lost in a moment when nothing else matters, and the only thing that does, is so far away. I don't know where I am, I don't know where I stand. The only thing that does matter is that I can see something. It isn't complete darkness. There is light. Is light just me trying to say "hope" and be all prophetic? May Ba. I do hope. In all this, I do. I wish. I dream. I had a dream the other night. It was good. I remember it. It was good. I woke up in the middle, and the only thing that I wanted at that moment was more. I wanted to fall back asleep and dream forever. Maybe that is what I do already? I hope not. I hope. Hope. Hope is good, especially when it is all that you have. I have hope. I have hope for the best, through all that may happen. And boy do we know that shit will happen. And when it does, me and hope will be there to take it on. I think that the only thing that could take me out right now, is for hope to leave me. I hope hope doesn't leave me for someone without hope. But, I am sure that I won't need hope, when I finally reach what I had used hope to get to. Can I? Will I? Do I? Shall I? Should I? Maybe. Maybe I can find what I am looking for without hope. I do think that the trail will be impassible without hope, you know, in the darkness and everything. I think I can do it. I have hope! I want something. I just don't know what it is. It isn't what others want, only a part of it. I need something else. I have something else, for someone else. But, alas, the age old dilema of what to do about it. I thought of something, but it wasn't what I was thinking of. I thought of something else, it seemed right. But wasn't. I thought and thought and still haven't reached my answer. I continue to look, though I have hope, and maybe somtime, I will reach the end of the trail. And when I do - but don't tell this to hope - I won't need hope any more. That makes me rather sad. I think I will keep hope, and use hope for something else, when I reach my journey's end. I hope I can. Maybe hope will stay with me the rest of my life.... maybe. Hopefully............

ahhh. almost there

I am almost to the end of the school semester. I passed my gateway, my last chance. YES! Finally. I still missed two. One was becuase I failed to recognize "e" as a constant, as forgot to put "ex", so I missed that one. And the other one that I missed was 1/14 - -1/2, but, I forgot the part that they were under 1, and put 14 -- 2, so, I got that one wrong, but, I got everything else right! YES! I don't have to worry about that kind of thing. Ok, so, that is all, I think. I think that I am going to write some more. ahh, I am so distressed, but, alas, I will have to deal with it... among other things. ayeeeyayyee.... why do we write? oh, and on another note, I laugh!! becuase I just read an article about the big bang and how it wasn't the first, and that our universe is a way older than we thought. humm, now, lets take a look at my last blog, it said that this wasn't the first, "universe." Kinda seems like the matrix to me. really, like, "versions," and what not. And maybe there is going to be the one. I have also changed my life philosophy, and I think that I am going to be chaning what I support, as in like governmental organization, and am starting to agree with Matt, but, probably for a different reason than anyone might think. This semester is almost over, I am so happy. ahh, I just want to type..... type..... type..... and as I wonder what this looks like, as I am only typing and never even erasing anything, just typing exactly what I am thinking at this moment. ahh, but, then, as my mind starts to wander and I start to think about everything that I would be thinking about, I silence myself, and change my mind, and leave it out, the reason being that it is personal, and stuff I don't want to put down, take out of my mind, for 1) then I won't think about it, and 2) I can't put it down for fear of people knowing it. ANYONE, ah, even though I know that no one is ever going to read it. It is kinda like that feeling of waiting, and wondering if you have enough time to run and do something else, before that thing you were waiting for happens.... and then, that thing takes foreever to happen, and you smite yourself for not doing something else, because you were worried that you might miss it, but, you had a long time, and could have done it, if only you had done it when you first thought of it... Ahhh, and I am still waiting for that thing to happen, even though I know it will not happen, and I can't stop wanting it to happen, and I honestly believe that this is one of those cases that I should just do the other, even though I know that I don't have time, and every moment I waste is ticking away towards that event that I know when it happens, the other CANNOT happen and I will have missed that opportunity that I KNOW I should take and quit puttering around and just get it over with, but, ahhh, I can't because what are the repercussions???!?!?! what repercussions I ask myself, but then, in the back of my mind, I start thinking of everything that wwould happen and I curse myself for opportunities missed times before and I scream into the screen of my computer with the words that have just written and realize..... it can't be, it shouldv'e been, but I didn't take the chance, grab life by the horns, even though I know that in this case, it wouldn't have been grabbing life by the horn, I would have been more or less making life great, like good. But, alas, I think, and calm myself... and think..... hummm, at least this problem plagues no one else, adn it is all in my head...and I really shouldn't worry about it, but I do, and wish, and part of me laughs at the other part, for this is one time that I hold out, wondering what the outcome of my actions not yet taken will be, and I laugh, that I am being a panzy. Why, when you don't care, can you do anything that you don't care about? Why, when it matters, are you plagued with worry, because things that should have happened long ago, keep coming back, this time, stronger, more prevalent, and ready to make a hole that is tiny even bigger? ahhhh, I thought I had all the time in the world, but this is one case that time is my worst enemy, because with every passing second, the deadline, that I know will come, will come. And the problem that plagues me is that even if I do take that opportunity, and the chance, and all works out, the deadline will come and rip that thing that comes from the opportunity away, and I will be left with a hole, a hole that cannot be filled, but if I don't take the opportunity, the hole will still be there, the only difference being that I wouldn't even know what that hole would be like if it were filled, and yet, I would know that it should be. After the deadline, it will STILL MATTER!! I will still be in the hole, but the difference this time would be that it would be too far away for me to even try to fill... ahhh, and the problem NOW is that the hole has a ceiling on it, not even allowing me to fill it, but allowing me to see inside...and seeing what could fill the hole.... but doesn't... aahhhh, I know I said that I hate when things are vague in writing, and that I hate to write and that I usually say exactly what I am thinking, but in this case...... I cant.....

eeeeyyyyyeeee.....

Why do things like that have to be so awkward? It was extremely fun though... very fun... very fun... It was only me and Jaize, since no one else could make it. It was awesome. We got stuck on the mind eraser at the top, just before the first drop. We got to go again because of it... It was awesome.
Hahahah, it is wierd, a wierd relationship... Yeah, wierd. Well, I guess it isn't, but... yeah. Jaize is great. Why is a relationship based on friendship, so "awkward"? Why does she have to have a boyfiend, as of right now? Why? Anyway... It was awesome. She is like my best friend. We were on the sidewinder, and when we got off, we were walking down the stairs. Today had been raining and the metal stairs were wet. On the first flight, she said, "I just know that I am going to slip...," and then, like a split second later, she slipped! Oh, crap, it was kinda scary, and I had to grab her and help her up. It was bad. Earlier, we walked from PS1 to the mall ride, to take that all the way down, so as Elitches was only like three blocks away. We got the mall (16th st. Mall) and I realized that I still had my rollerblades on, and I didn't really want to have to take them off, and so, I was like, "Hey, I will race the bus down there," and I left my phone with her, and took off... Then, i got all the way down, and was looking for her for a very long time. After about 10 minitues of flipping out, and trying to find her, I ran into a place and called my phone. She answered, and I asked her where she was. She said the big bus stop. I asked if it was the one with the big, white, pointy thing. She said yeah. I didn't realize that where she was, there was a big, sharp, pointy white thing. I flipped out again, till I realized that she was at the Market St. station. Man, it was kinda bad. She told me that I had her worried, that I had slipped and gotten hit or something, but that she didn't hear any sirens, so... We walked to Elitches, and I got introduced to her cheerleading coach, haha. I noticed something else, but, we will leave that to ourselves.... We took a lot of pictures, and she ended up filling my phone and having to delete some... The best is in this post. It was a great time. Great time. Great.

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For the first time, in days, I have had a good day. A good day. Good day. Good. Day. I got to ride my bike. The only thing was, Jaize canceled, so I went by myself. Thanks, Jaize. Just kidding... It was a beautiful day. Too bad your mom thought it was going to be a bad day. haha. EKnee-way... It was great. I met Niko, hung out, got something to drink. Talked. Earlier, I had gone to Hiedi's Deli and gotten Ice Cream, (yes, you know it was Chocolate). And sat outside, looked at the mountains, and looked at the sky, (blue, blue skies they were). It was a beautiful day. Great time. No tests to worry about, no nothing. It felt good. I am SO tired now. BUT it was a great day. I racked myself coming down from a jump. Then the seat hit me in my back. Yeah, that felt great. Really great. Juuuusssst great. I am SO tired now. I just need a moment to rest, just a moment. Juuuuuuuusssssssss.......

wow, ok, back. Today was awesome! Finally, a good day. And no wurryies about the past, just today. Today. Today felt good. I was really looking forward to hanging out with Jaize today, but, alas, it didn't happen. But, we are still on for Thursday. So, I am happy about that. I get to go hang out with her. For awhile. One of the few people that I like to sit and just talk to and be around. The others are Niko and Blue, and Matt, and Alex. That is all, I think. And since I can't think of anyone else, no one else matters.

Yeah so, today was good. As you can tell. I didn't read any poetry today. I didn't write any either. I did do some drawings last night. One is my "avatar" in google talk. Another I will never post. Too bad. I did some writing too. Again, that I will never post. The drawing is political, and has a very ambiguous meaning which means I could post it. But I won't. Because it really only has one meaning, and I don't want that to change. I need to work on my tech paper. I think I might paste some stuff. But, instead, I think I won't. I am going to write some stuff on social interaction. That seems to be what I think most about at this time in my life. I find it interesting and intriguing. And necessary to try and understand as part of life, and growing up, since I can't seem to get that yet. I have realized that I haven't yet passed a stage in life, the "identity" stage. I learned those in physcology. I have found that to be one of the most useful classes that I have ever taken. Really. It was a great class to take. I am going to sell my computer, for like $400 dollars. I am going to get a laptop, an ultra-portable if I can. That is what I want. HAHAhahaha.... I get a graduation present, and a birthday present. hahah, cool... I AM GRADUATING HIGHSCHOOL AFTER THIS WEEK!! COOL!!!! FINALLY, I NEVER HAVE TO EVEN THINK ABOUT HIGH SCHOOL AGAIN!!! SO COOOLL!! So, I am going to write. Bye. Goodnight. I need sleep. I need rest. I need time to reflect on today. haha, kinda like the moon does right, Blue? it reflects the light of the past day, and gives you one last chance to look at it.... But, still at a different time, a different perspective. That is why I said I was never coming back... I didn't. I am someone new. The me that you will see tomorrow. And then, I will disappear into the past yet again. Rather like I have been doing for the past 15 years. Never have I seen tomorrow. I am rather glad; I know how I should live when I am about to die. I die everyday. Like a phoenix. I just get to live again. And the me of tomorrow will know everything of the world of the me of yesterday. That is rather an unfair way to live isn't it? But then again, what do I care, I will never know tomorrow...

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Ahhh...life....

Man, I could never write poetry. Not direct enough, not how I think. When I write, I put down exactly what I am thinking....exactly. No changes, no nothing, just purely me thinking.
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Ummm, so, yeah, I called Becca again. She didn't answer. That was two days ago. You know, in the past few months, my ego (which even now is still bigger than anyone elses (hahah, catch that?)) has been crushed. Never have I been blown off before a few months ago!! Until now and then. At last, the time has come for me to realize that there are women that can blow me off. I left her a message that said, "I think I must have forgotten to leave my number, I just assumed you had it," then left it, then said, "umm, could you give me a call back even if you changed your mind?" Apparently, she never had her mind set on what I thought, so she didn't even call me back. She was just a good actor. Argghhh, I want to say, "BITCH!!!," but, that would be rude now wouldn't it? But, I so want to say it....... so I am, "BITCH!!!"!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!KSFJKLASDJDFLKSLFLkj frustrated, mad. Cannot stand that. What the hell happened to the ever-so-sweet, "I'd love to, yeah, I'd love to..."?!?!!???! AARARARAGAGAGHHHHHH!!!!! Gotta catch my breath now.... ok, I am good. ok, well, maybe not.... BTICH!!@#@!!!!!?!!@#!!@%*(&#$%#$(*&%(#*$&(*573824758034thsjlfhadfh389p48y98&@*#)&%*@$#r980n7q84789!!! If she had just said no, it would have been different, I wouldn't care then, but, "I'd love to,!@#!@#L!?>?>!@>?!???????!?!?!??!?!?!? God, this makes me think; makes me worry. I worry that I really am stupid, at least on the fact of social skills. Am I really socially-inept? I am starting to believe so.... I am starting to believe that any type of relationship is impossible for me....... even keeping friends........ making friends..... real friends that is.... ahhh, but yet again, just life. I seem to keep a facade around everyone. When I am around a big group, I always fit it. I make myself fit it. Then, no one questions you. No one thinks anything of you. The only thing that they think is that they belong. I guess then, that is who I am? I am the person that other people can build an identity off of? The one that they base who they are off of? The one that makes them feel as if they belong? That is a good person to be, I guess, right? But I can't, I can't smile and laugh at their stupid comments. I can't shrug things off. I can't stand keeping my mouth shut when someone says something stupid. Then, the true me comes out. The me that is a conceited asshole, the prick, the stuck-up jock, the narcissitic freak that thinks he is better than everyone else. I don't really care any more. This all makes me belive that I am still immature, and not yet ready for "real" life. When I don't even know my place... But, then again, am I? I really am seeing that that test that I took when I was 11 still holds true. And that the test was very accurate, no matter how much I want to say, "I was being sarcastic!!" People don't do sarcasm very well... They don't take criticism very well.... They don't take opinion.... Everything I say is opinion. They take things too seriously... People are stupid... I can't deal with them......
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I am writing this post, and responding to Blues email, at the same time, switching back and forth, while sitting in the computer lab, and being bored...
and stressing out abou tcalling my mom becassue I keep procrastingating... and my heart rate is incresing because I need to stop typeing and go do that, but I need to finish this, so i will, and will have to call her later and run into time constrinats,. an flip out like I am doing now, and then, somehow the situation will subside, and it won't matter the a split second after it matters (do you know what I mean by that?) AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!
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Life Sucks, people suck. Except for a few. like, 3-4, or 5-6, or 7 maybe but that is pusing the upper limits...