Summer IS the best season. Especially last summer. I cannot even verbally manifest my agony and longing for the excitement of Summer 08. I lived life fast. I only cared about making money and having fun, i was in control. My soundtrack would have been The carter 3 and all those fun club songs. I lived 24 hours a day, i clubbed, i went out, we drove around looking for trouble, blew all our money, didnt give a damn about those haters. I never slept, but i was always awake. Every night was friday night. What a fucken party.
Its October? And i'm alone and freezing and no one goes out anymore.
I sleep a good eight to nine hours every night...and i wake up tired as fuck.
I do the same thing every day, and my weekends are overplanned with boring activities. Everyone is busy doing the same dumbshit. I feel trapped.
Its too dificult to plan a night out.
Maybe this whole problem isn't even about what month it is... i just need a WINTER party friend to keep me pumped up and not lonely.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
Sunday, September 14, 2008
Life In Apartments...
Any one that hasn't lived in an apartment should never complain about their neighbors. Its' intolerable. Oh your next-house neighbors were out barbequeing on a saturday night and disturbed your
Pampered Chef party? My neighbors boned, skinned and fried their own salmon on their patio directly below me.
The amount of disruptions living in apartments is AMAZING.
24 hours a day, everyday of the year.
Even as i TRY to focus and write, my wannabe wigger neighbor has been BLASTING "Got Money" By Lil wayne for the last hour. Maybe this is just his outlet of being sheltered in this pitiful town his whole life.
Anyways, During my last experience living in a house, my biggest complaint was the barking of two small dogs in the late afternoons. Hmmmm now it would probably be the couple that beats the shit out of eachother every week or the rancid smell of the Indian and Chineese food combination that seeps through these thin walls.
I'm thinking of ways to seek my revenge on these horrific people.
I already do laundry at midnight, allow my door to slam on its own, and turn up the bass in my car stereo when leaving for work at 5am.
I feel like once again my geographical location is wearing down on my artistic abilities.
Pampered Chef party? My neighbors boned, skinned and fried their own salmon on their patio directly below me.
The amount of disruptions living in apartments is AMAZING.
24 hours a day, everyday of the year.
Even as i TRY to focus and write, my wannabe wigger neighbor has been BLASTING "Got Money" By Lil wayne for the last hour. Maybe this is just his outlet of being sheltered in this pitiful town his whole life.
Anyways, During my last experience living in a house, my biggest complaint was the barking of two small dogs in the late afternoons. Hmmmm now it would probably be the couple that beats the shit out of eachother every week or the rancid smell of the Indian and Chineese food combination that seeps through these thin walls.
I'm thinking of ways to seek my revenge on these horrific people.
I already do laundry at midnight, allow my door to slam on its own, and turn up the bass in my car stereo when leaving for work at 5am.
I feel like once again my geographical location is wearing down on my artistic abilities.
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