My 30th Blog.

I've been using this damned thing to post stories, songs, and reviews for almost a year now. I've noticed that I have only changed for what I consider to be the better.

I've met people and seen flicks. Found bands and talked to chicks.
But all I've learned, and this is true, is that I'll never be anything like you.
The 2 voices in my head have prevented me from winding up dead.
My lack of sleep is what keeps me here, and from what I've heard that's what you fear.
So maybe sometime soon I'll find a way
But maybe someone too, will make me pay.
For what I've done and when I deserve the shun
Of the infinity that is space, to be lost without a trace.
Maybe then, I won't be such a disgrace.

I didn't even want to write that. That's something else I've gotten in the habit of doing. I can't write anything without writing some kind of poem. I don't even like half the ones I write. I only put some on this blog because I mean to write something else, but then I write a poem instead.
Don't get me wrong, they work for me as a type of self-therapy, letting me blow off some steam or just empty out. I like the feeling I get from that. I just wish I could go longer than 2 sentences without doing it.
Another way I've changed this passed year is I began hating everything about humanity. But then I noticed, "Ya know what, this is the only race I'm gonna get". So I decided to just deal with it.
I also opened myself up to various religions, learned a lot from that.
I learned how to meditate, which is VERY calming. And on that subject I went into a really, really, deep meditative state last Friday after the crash (more on that later). I just left for a while. Only I existed and when I returned, I had all my thoughts organized, could think much more clearly, and felt a LOT better.


Now about the crash. Me and Lizzy were on our way to Taco Bell and she decided to rear end a car going around 25 mph. Well maybe she didn't decide to but it looked deliberate the way it happened. All I could say was "woah, woah, woah, woah, woah *BANG*" Then I looked up from an airbag with smoke blurring my vision. I managed to say "Well our weekend is pretty much fucked" and stumbled outside the car to find the Homecoming queen and her date (I assume) who needed a neck brace. After we rear ended them, their car lurched forward a good 10 feet and hit the car in front of them. The little girl in the car had a bone disease and already had a broken leg. We broke her other one.

So that was my Friday. And now it's Sunday night (aka: National "Get Your Shit Together for Monday Day") and I feel pretty damn cheeky considering I've done nothing of scholarly importance for the last few weeks because I've been caught up in a girl. The very same girl who almost killed me Friday.

Mood: Blatantly Blissful