life is confusing
Dec. 4th, 2003 08:37 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
neebsi think that in college, before you graduate, you should be forced to take a class called "Real Life 101." it would be taught by a recent grad, who is an average person, and they can tell you all about the "Real World," growing up, what it's like to make really hard decisions...all that crap. wait, what's that? i can be the first teacher? sign me up. this comes with a nice pay incentive, right?
anywho, sometimes talking to my mom confuses me. and it confuses me even more when i've already come to the same decisions that she is telling me, but how come when it comes to implementing those decisions, life gets in the way and it all goes out the window? i mean, I know that's what should happen, all my friends tell me that's what should happen...but it doesn't happen. i blame my parent's for raising me too well. i am too nice and too good of a person. (ok, you can laugh here, cuz that's kinda funny, but i mean, it's also kind of true. so if it was a sad, pitiful laugh, that would probably be best.)
last night i got floor burn at volleyball. it hurt like a motherpuppy. (i like to say that instead of motherf-er.) i wanted some advice when i got home, and who better to dish out wise advice than Chris, but he was napping when i got home. he's been napping a lot lately. i know i make fun of him and call him old, but he's not really THAT old. i'm kind of worried about him. I HOPE THAT EVERYTHING IS OK WITH HIM. (hint hint) i'm worried about George, too, but he keeps telling me not to worry "too much." it's nice to know that he's finally clarified and realized that i'm going to worry no matter what, so now he just needs to limit the amount of worrying to be done. and just because you're not mentioned here doesn't mean i don't think about you on a daily basis either. man, let me tell you-my prayer list gets bigger and bigger each day. good thing i have it in good with The Man. ;) i'm thinking that we all need some sun and a break from the stresses of life. how about a group field trip to Hawaii? Bermuda? Cayman Islands? maybe we can find some researchers to study us and send us down there. i'll get right on that...
so i've decided to get a hobby. on the advice of my sister Jesabaseeba and my "brother" e_nizzy, i've decided to try my hand at creative writing. apparently, i'm funny and everyone loves to hear my stories, and i'm always making up other stories in my head (ok, i admit it, i have my own dream world in my head where i'm living out my life in a way that i can totally control it and everythign that happens), so i'm trying to put it into words. as a story. it's slightly terrifying, to be honest. i've never done anything like this. but i'm cracking myself up as i write, and i guess that's the most important thing, right? i haven't decided if i'll let people read it, because i'm SUPER self-concious of my writing, but maybe i'll let a few people see it and get some reaction. *Disclaimer: if you think you see yourself in my story, you might be correct. HOWEVER, I am basing these characters on the people we JOKE about being-not on who I actually think you are. I hope no one will be offended. That would just make me cry.*
so on a final note, [hug] [hug] [hug]. those are hugs for all of you, since i think that's what most of us need right now.
anywho, sometimes talking to my mom confuses me. and it confuses me even more when i've already come to the same decisions that she is telling me, but how come when it comes to implementing those decisions, life gets in the way and it all goes out the window? i mean, I know that's what should happen, all my friends tell me that's what should happen...but it doesn't happen. i blame my parent's for raising me too well. i am too nice and too good of a person. (ok, you can laugh here, cuz that's kinda funny, but i mean, it's also kind of true. so if it was a sad, pitiful laugh, that would probably be best.)
last night i got floor burn at volleyball. it hurt like a motherpuppy. (i like to say that instead of motherf-er.) i wanted some advice when i got home, and who better to dish out wise advice than Chris, but he was napping when i got home. he's been napping a lot lately. i know i make fun of him and call him old, but he's not really THAT old. i'm kind of worried about him. I HOPE THAT EVERYTHING IS OK WITH HIM. (hint hint) i'm worried about George, too, but he keeps telling me not to worry "too much." it's nice to know that he's finally clarified and realized that i'm going to worry no matter what, so now he just needs to limit the amount of worrying to be done. and just because you're not mentioned here doesn't mean i don't think about you on a daily basis either. man, let me tell you-my prayer list gets bigger and bigger each day. good thing i have it in good with The Man. ;) i'm thinking that we all need some sun and a break from the stresses of life. how about a group field trip to Hawaii? Bermuda? Cayman Islands? maybe we can find some researchers to study us and send us down there. i'll get right on that...
so i've decided to get a hobby. on the advice of my sister Jesabaseeba and my "brother" e_nizzy, i've decided to try my hand at creative writing. apparently, i'm funny and everyone loves to hear my stories, and i'm always making up other stories in my head (ok, i admit it, i have my own dream world in my head where i'm living out my life in a way that i can totally control it and everythign that happens), so i'm trying to put it into words. as a story. it's slightly terrifying, to be honest. i've never done anything like this. but i'm cracking myself up as i write, and i guess that's the most important thing, right? i haven't decided if i'll let people read it, because i'm SUPER self-concious of my writing, but maybe i'll let a few people see it and get some reaction. *Disclaimer: if you think you see yourself in my story, you might be correct. HOWEVER, I am basing these characters on the people we JOKE about being-not on who I actually think you are. I hope no one will be offended. That would just make me cry.*
so on a final note, [hug] [hug] [hug]. those are hugs for all of you, since i think that's what most of us need right now.
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In the immortal words of Nike...
Date: 2003-12-04 11:43 am (UTC)I think creative writing is a great choice. I always look forward to reading your journal because a) it usually makes me laugh out loud, and b) what better way could there be to eavesdrop on the wild escapades of my bachelor brother-in-law?
Good luck with your story! :)
You said it, sistuh
Date: 2003-12-04 07:18 pm (UTC)I also think it's so awesome that you have decided writing. I mean you read so much, so now you can share your own wealth. Plus I bet it is drop-dead hilarious. Oh yeah, and you aren't the only one who makes up perfect stories in your own little dream world. I think everyone does that secretly. And if not, then it's just another McClurg-sister thing. But rock on, and I hope your life gets better and calms down a bit, because like you said, we all could use a vacation.