Don't complain to me if you're just going to yell at me when I try and give you advice. If you're messed up and complain to me about it, don't say shit like "YOU'RE JUST ANOTHER PERSON TRYING TO TELL ME WHAT'S BEST FOR ME!" after I give you advice that makes perfect sense. You don't have to do what I tell you, but don't explode on me if you're the one who started the conversation. Obviously it's just some stupid kind of "cry for help", and let me tell you, after WEEKS of talking you through suicide, panic attack and insomnia shit
TRYING TO HELP GETS OLD.
I'm sorry you're fucked up. I'm sorry all this shit is happening to you. But if you're going to yell at me for giving advice,
I AM NOT GOING TO CARE ANYMORE.
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
The Mind Works In Mysterious Ways
I hope I made that title up rather than just pull it out of the depths of my mind, because it's pretty sweet.
Anyway.
I think it's quite interesting how the mind associates certain sounds, scents, tastes, sights or feelings with certain times or things that have already happened. Ex: The pina colada scent I sometimes use reminds me of listening to Taking Back Sunday while getting ready for swim practice in the summer, whereas the minty scent I have reminds me of those trips to Schaumburg to shop at Woodfield with Paris while mom and Grant go to Dore last winter. The song "Take Me Home, Country Road" by John Denver reminds me of going on family car trips when I was very young. Whenever I eat a granola bar it reminds me of when I was about four or five and I would sneak granola bars out of the pantry when my mom wouldn't let me have one. When I go under a table it reminds me of being in pre-school as a three year old and looking at a book with little jewels glued onto the pages with all of my friends.
Maybe you don't believe me when I say I can remember things That far back. Oh well.
I wonder if you really can remember everything, it's just a matter of reminding yourself. I think I read something similar to that in a book somewhere.
What's also funny is when I have these random "memories" that I don't even think are mine at all. Just something my imagination came up with. I remember being in a room with green carpet and white walls. I remember being on a house boat. I remember playing with legos with someone under my dining room table as a very young child. I remember sitting in the back of a police car. Those made up memories aren't very clear, and I don't know whether they actually happened or not, but the seem very real to me. Maybe they were from a dream... I don't know. I wish I could figure it out.
That's all I really have to say, I guess.
Happy blogging.
Anyway.
I think it's quite interesting how the mind associates certain sounds, scents, tastes, sights or feelings with certain times or things that have already happened. Ex: The pina colada scent I sometimes use reminds me of listening to Taking Back Sunday while getting ready for swim practice in the summer, whereas the minty scent I have reminds me of those trips to Schaumburg to shop at Woodfield with Paris while mom and Grant go to Dore last winter. The song "Take Me Home, Country Road" by John Denver reminds me of going on family car trips when I was very young. Whenever I eat a granola bar it reminds me of when I was about four or five and I would sneak granola bars out of the pantry when my mom wouldn't let me have one. When I go under a table it reminds me of being in pre-school as a three year old and looking at a book with little jewels glued onto the pages with all of my friends.
Maybe you don't believe me when I say I can remember things That far back. Oh well.
I wonder if you really can remember everything, it's just a matter of reminding yourself. I think I read something similar to that in a book somewhere.
What's also funny is when I have these random "memories" that I don't even think are mine at all. Just something my imagination came up with. I remember being in a room with green carpet and white walls. I remember being on a house boat. I remember playing with legos with someone under my dining room table as a very young child. I remember sitting in the back of a police car. Those made up memories aren't very clear, and I don't know whether they actually happened or not, but the seem very real to me. Maybe they were from a dream... I don't know. I wish I could figure it out.
That's all I really have to say, I guess.
Happy blogging.
Monday, July 9, 2007
So I havn't blogged in a while. I knew this would happen.
What to write about... what to write about... man, nothing's going on.
Went on an adventure with Alora, Michael and Alejandro to Custard Cup, the mall, Family Video and a gas station the other day. Then I went home and got sick, which resulted in me not being able to go to Miranda's party for Kalipb. Sad sad. I was probably just dehydrated.
Swim meet last Saturday. We won. We always win.
Saw Ratatouille with Parker last night. Pretty okay.
Concert Friday at the Moose Lodge. It will probably be boring.
Going to work with mom on Monday or Tuesday of next week. That's always fun. She works at the University of Illinois. I am going to be taking pictures for the newsletter she writes. I'll probably go get coffee and one of those rad chocolate muffins from Bevande.
And I had the freaking weirdest dream last night. I was running through the woods and there was this Native American person sitting on a rock eating Chinese food. And then out of no where she was holding this knife and was saying she was going to kill me, so I ran and hid in a playground. Then my mom walked up to the playground and I told her about the crazy person who tried to kill me and she didn't believe me. After that she said it was time to go to Camp Ondessonk, so we went and when we got there, I realized I forgot my Lodge sash! It was horrible. Other stuff happened, but it's too weird to describe.
My dreams seem to always be incredibly strange. Maybe because I'm an incredibly strange person... ?
Happy Blogging.
What to write about... what to write about... man, nothing's going on.
Went on an adventure with Alora, Michael and Alejandro to Custard Cup, the mall, Family Video and a gas station the other day. Then I went home and got sick, which resulted in me not being able to go to Miranda's party for Kalipb. Sad sad. I was probably just dehydrated.
Swim meet last Saturday. We won. We always win.
Saw Ratatouille with Parker last night. Pretty okay.
Concert Friday at the Moose Lodge. It will probably be boring.
Going to work with mom on Monday or Tuesday of next week. That's always fun. She works at the University of Illinois. I am going to be taking pictures for the newsletter she writes. I'll probably go get coffee and one of those rad chocolate muffins from Bevande.
And I had the freaking weirdest dream last night. I was running through the woods and there was this Native American person sitting on a rock eating Chinese food. And then out of no where she was holding this knife and was saying she was going to kill me, so I ran and hid in a playground. Then my mom walked up to the playground and I told her about the crazy person who tried to kill me and she didn't believe me. After that she said it was time to go to Camp Ondessonk, so we went and when we got there, I realized I forgot my Lodge sash! It was horrible. Other stuff happened, but it's too weird to describe.
My dreams seem to always be incredibly strange. Maybe because I'm an incredibly strange person... ?
Happy Blogging.
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