:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 2.07.2003 ::

Wow, that guy was fucked up.

So here we go again. I guess you could say I was talked down from the proverbial ledge by some good friends, and some experiences that I have had in the last few months have lead me to a greater sense of who I am and what I think.

I find that I am a very passionate person (for better or for worse), and sometimes this passion leads me to rash behavior. And as I grow older I find myself looking back and defining my "maturity" as the times I laugh at what I have done, one part sheepish, one part proud, and one part whimsical for an innocence I have grown out of.

Let this then be the wall that I mark the growth of my maturity on. Read it, don't read it, I care not. As a matter of fact, in my quest to deny things that quantify me (define me) I am going to lose the counter. No need. I know who cares by who calls (understanding that he is exempt. Everyone else is welcome to peek in my windows when and as often as they wish. I promise to keep the curtains parted.

In the meantime: I'm busy learning new customs, new streets, new songs, and new faces. I'll try to keep you posted. I'm realizing that I look forward to each friday with greater and greater zeal. See movies come out of friday, which means that ads for them decrease drastically after they are released. I couldn't wait for Kangaroo Jack Friday, and now I can't wait for Shanghai Knights Friday.

"Nasty dog, doggy-dog... Thank god it's Friday..."
:: Freddy F. at 1:04 AM [+] ::