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| I have been told a few stange things over that last couple of days. One is that my good friend told me they loved me and that they wanted to be with me. This individual told me that they had liked me for some time but never knew how to express it. The other day they just came out and said it. I was thrown back, didn't know what to say or how to respond. What am I supposed to do. I thought that I would post this on xanga since it seems as if I do not have time to ask all my friends this question. You might be wondering how I feel about the particular person. Well sure I value their friendship but its just weird, because i was never expecting such a feeling from this person. Its kinda of an awkward situation and I dont feel I can get into it on xanga. I feel i need to respect his privacy, I fear I have said to much already. But I would really appreciate some advice on how to confront the person and how to be sensitive about it. Wow I just rambled and it might not even make sense, but any help would be much appreciated. | | |
| Ok so can somebody please explain to me what the fascination is with
the
scene. I know your all asking "well Andrew what do you mean by the
scene?" Oh let me tell you. So I head down to the lab park at pep boys
because of the overflow of cars from their one small lot. I walk
towards the
awkwardly rustic edifice. I step over the freshly manicured landscape
of
shrubs and dirty ass looking bushes and realize that everything in my
current environment is compromised of a vintage/modern hybrid.
The girls are stylishly wearing mullets feathered and cut to seem as if
they did it themselves. The men wear fohawks and t-shirts that look as
if they had been sitting in some po-dunk town in the middle of Texas
for the last 20 years. I walk to gypsy and realize that in the last
four years my haven has been over run by a fashion riot. No more are
the
days that I can look as if I have just woken up and grab a chai. Now I
must wear my very oldest and most rufus se7en jeans and 70's lakers t
shirt. I feel as if I am a pawn in fashion show occuring that very
night. I feel more accepted in Newport where supposedly the rich and
famous live, than in this highly ironic state of fashion, music,
food, and politics. As this film SLC states. Anarchy is a state of mind
not something that can be portrayed in clothing and hair. Sure anarchy
might seem like a harsh word, but this is what these individuals are
trying to achieve. The "lab rats" are trying to achieve a level of
individualism, but at the same time are conforming to their peers same
ideals and fashion trends. They believe that by listening to bands that
are no namers or by reading authors that are innovative and
underground,
or by dressing in a manner that the mass does not and allows them to
feel as if their appearance alone brings them individualism and
innovation. So fuck the Lab and Fuck scensters lets share some
individual thoughts instead of some mass produced cookie cutter
emo/rock girls.
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| FUcK relationships. All i see and hear about is drama drama drama. And then there are the couples who seem to last but yet there seems to be no passion. Does drama accompany passion? Is at all possible to obtain a level of passion without giving too much of yourself away. Recently I have been wondering if it is really worth it to be with somebody. To get to know somebody on a deeper level each day, to finally obtain a level of intimacy that places each person in such a vulnerable state emotionally. Should I allow myself to be in such a state. Is love worth the vulnerability it might place you in. MY ANSWER...YES!!! I long for my future love. For the one person who I loved and who broke me, it was well worth the pain. The growth and character development obtained has been beneficial beyond gratitude. It has taught me what true love is. Not based on my expectations but rather on what true love is meant to be. The best thing above all is that i dont have to explain that feeling, and even if I tried to I wouldnt be able to. Like the song says...More than Words. | | |
| I am a manly man, you know why cause I leave the toilet seat up and dont flush the toilet. If anyone wants to hear some great poetry by a young man who calls himself Bradley Hathaway, then go to www.thebradley.net once at the page look for his myspace link and he has three songs listen on there. If anyone wants to make out just call me, but only if you nible on the lips every once and while. Oh and for a final thought... Relationships are fucking madness. | | |
| As I sit with my friend Tin Tin and we talk about life and what it has become, I think about what mine has evolved into. Could it really have been fate for me to experince the events that have caused me to completely change or was it only a coinsedence. Some days I sit back and think back to when I was a child and I pictured myself in 10, 20, 30 years. Where would i be? What will I experience? Will I be married? Will I be dead? As I look back on the last ten years there is not really one event that I might have or did predict. Everything has been a surprise. I knew certain elements like going to high school, then on to college. But I didnt know where. I could've still been in chile. I could have been in costa rica. My life had yet to be written and my future was unditermined.
Its funny when i think about all of the people I might not have met or the places I might not have gone or visited had I stayed in Chile. All my current friends would have been non-existent. I would have married in Chile and lived there and the only life I ever would have known was the one in which i grew up. Somedays i sit and remember what it was like to grow up there. Some days I felt as If I belonged there and others I felt like a complete stranger. My thoughts have faded and I dont really have much more to say. This was pretty much a random stream of thought. Well until another day. | | |
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