I wish I knew more people. I hear everyone talking about all the people they know and all the plans that they have made with their friends. I want to able to do these things too. It just seems like I can't make friends that see me as someone outside of the normal places that we see each other. I can't be that bad can I? Oh well, people always say that you should not judge yourself on the quanity of your friends but the quality. I guess in that way I am rich because I have friends that I can tell anything to and they will not judge me for it. Of course I also have those friends that are just friends that are there to fill my time so that I don't have to think of what is going on in the world inside my mind.
For those of you in the first category Thanks.
Tuesday, May 20, 2008
Thursday, May 8, 2008
Killing Time
I just realized that it has been a while since I have written anything here. Right now I am at work just trying to find things to do until 9:55 when I can leave for my discussion group. How fun. I really have not done much since my last post. I go to work, class, and then if it is sunny go unicycling, go home, eat, and go to bed just to be repeated in some form the next day. I am really enjoying the nice weather even though right now it is raining out and I am going to get wet.
The title that I gave this post really makes me think of something coming after a clock with a huge knife. It would kind of be like my "the clock struck one" drawing. If you don't know what that is then forget all that I have said and pretend that this paragraph was just about fluffy bunnies.
Ok that is it for now because I don't really feel like typing about my surroundings of bubble packaging and tape.
The title that I gave this post really makes me think of something coming after a clock with a huge knife. It would kind of be like my "the clock struck one" drawing. If you don't know what that is then forget all that I have said and pretend that this paragraph was just about fluffy bunnies.
Ok that is it for now because I don't really feel like typing about my surroundings of bubble packaging and tape.
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