Six weeks, six months, six years. I was watching ER, which was fawked up I might add...and something struck me. Well a lot of things did, one of them was in relation to what I was talking about earlier. I feel like I'm not doing enough, or being productive or whatever...there are people who volunteer or go around the world helping others...and what am I doing? I had a friend who was in the peace corps, the stories she would tell, amazing. What ever happened to her? Anyway, that was one thing. The other was about them knowing each other for what six weeks, Carter and umm what's her face. Thandie Newton's character...I'm rambling. The point was the time.
I know people now, that I've known for literally decades...and some for several years...that barely know me. Then there are people whom I've known for only a year or two, some only months, and they can read me like a book. It's all relative, a lot of it has to do with familiarity, and intensity I guess. Spending day after day together, making memories, etc. I don't know if everyone will understand what I'm babbling about, sometimes I don't, but I guess what I'm saying is that, sometimes years can feel like days...and some days feel like they're never going to end.
Asaundra thinks it's brave to have a public journal.
I don't know if it's that brave per se. I think I'm a pretty open person to begin with and besides I doubt very many people are listening/reading. But I appreciate the thought. At least Futurama is cheering me up. Sort of. I'm laughing sporadically.
I just can't win you know. Life's not fair.
Where are you mija? God I miss you.
I must sound cliche, like every other journal. Except I'm too old to be a whiny teenager. Didn't I say I was going to stop bitching at some point.
Rex Grossman looks like he's 15, hope he does well. It's going to be fucking cold tomorrow, great. More good news. I used to love the weekend. I really need to shave. Is that considered bitching? My thoughts are so random.
Fine, guess I'll just go to bed, I still feel like shit.