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For a new keyboard. You have no idea how hard it is to type when your space bar is about 5x5 millimetres and so insensitive you have to punch it and slide your fist at the same time to make a space. So bare with me.
Where did I leave off... -goes back to check- (Copy-paste for the win!!!)
Oh yeah, so last time was a random jump-on/jump-off to explain my thoughts on love. It didn't really update you or tell you anything but that I have no skills with story-writing than that of a poorly trained keyboard monkey (to be taken as literally as is possible)...
I just noticed that I use tab a lot when I'm typing... Those little spaces save my life when I'm planning these things before I write...
So what was I going to say in this one...?
Venting...?
Definitions...?
Update...?
Dedication...?
Story...?
Flashback...?
Lets go with all of the above.
Recently I've changed a lot, looking back... Well, not changed as much as divided... It feels more like at times my thoughts and feelings are more dedicated or focused towards one emotion. Like... For example, my depression hasn't gotten any worse (or any better for that matter)... But at times I feel nothing BUT depression... I guess spazzy covers a pretty wide range, lets call it hyper. And of course calm. But I digress. The point that I'm getting at is that I feel like I'm dividing myself up for efficiency. Like I'm (gonna have to use nerdspeak here.) dividing myself up into partitions to make it easier to cope with situations by just using that one partition dedicated to a specific cluster of emotions.
That reminds me... I went to a friend's house and his dad had his hard drive divided up into 6 partitions.C: through H:. Each of these had a 'Documents' directory... And it seemed that things were being saved into different partitions randomly... I knew better than to say anything, but I drew the line and just stomped off when he tried showing me how he sends youtube videos to people...
"You see, I just go to file>Save as on the browser, and then I put the page into Word and then transfer it into my e-mail, then I send it to the address for this video-extraction site, then they send me back a link, and I put it into Limewire and..."
I yelled "FIREFOX!" and stomped off at that point... I encourage people to solve their own computer problems, not to exacerbate my stress problems... But again, I digress.
So back to what I was saying...
Things really have changed...
Another new haircut! Going to be followed suit by a change in chromatics. I'm thinking black base with grass green streaks.
A change in name (That's unofficial, but still) My name is no longer Ramon Joseph Villa Vazquez Lopez Caraballo the III, but simply Joseph Mycroft.
I received an invitation from the Air Force Academy, which pretty much planned out my life until 28 for me. (Ridiculously convenient!)
I have yet another new girlfriend (Be still my beating heart,be silent and savour, for I have yet to gaze unto perfection until this day...) I'm confident in my feelings this time around. I jump around a lot, but she's been with me through it all. These past two years, the true start of my life, have been a real emotional roller coaster. She has been beside me the entire time, helping me up when I collapse, backing me up when I have my back against the wall, enforcing my good ideas, and talking me out of the dumb ones, and just generally being the best friend I could ever ask for even though I wanted her to be more...
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This story is getting its own entry, ASAP.
 Xx_FatelessDeath_xX · Wed Jul 07, 2010 @ 09:27pm · 0 Comments |
