the con

i just want to matter. i've wrapped my head around a situation and i'm running with it. no longer will i hide behind a fictitious path. i need to be real. sometimes you need to let others in on your life in order to correct the faults. thank you. i hope i can make you proud.

+edit+

Upon reviewing my last post it seems that I came off a little down in the emotional category. Not true. Everything is going great and besides some run-ins with 9 year olds (including me yelling at this kid; what's up future parent of America?) I'm doing well.

Free Decemberists tomorrow at Millenium Park, will I see you there?

not my lover

I now go to bed before 11pm Monday through Thursday.

Special Ed. kids are not fun and they make every fun childhood activity not fun. (And they take away my vocabulary, apparently)

We did find vintage Free Spirit bikes and attached a cd player to the back rack of mine and blared M. Jackson's Thriller through the streets of Oswego. That deserves a holler.

I have not drunken alcohol since an incident in the beginning of June. I think I destroyed all of my brain cells which crave any sort of alcohol because I have not had one itching for a drink since.

I wish I could say fancy and sound legit.

I have day dreams about pushing over 9 year olds. (read above to find the connection)

I watched the 4th fireworks on top of the Dunkin' Donuts van. No one can say that sentence.

I'm sorry if I haven't seen a certain few this summer. Busy schedules and growing up are not as cool as we thought it would be.

Oh, and I love Guitar Hero.