Some very needed context: At the beginning of 2018 I was in a very different place than I am now. I was still in high school. I was the vice-president of an organization that for the purposes of secrecy we'll call the Champions of the World. We met every Wednesday, and there were quite a few of us throughout the history of my school. As president, I had a lot of responsibility. Also, the founder who we'll call Mr. Johnson was my mentor, a former teacher, and an all around awesome dude. I owe him a lot. I was also part of the wrestling team.
And I'm also ashamed to admit that I was crushing on this girl hard as hell. So hard that whenever I saw her I would feel weird. We'll call her Rosemary. (Yes, that's a Foo Fighters reference.)
Also, I consider a lot of these older journal entries to be very, very, dark. I'm a 300% happier person now. Hopefully, as I undergo this archival process I can see how I progressed to become the happy-go-lucky positive fucker I am.
This was the first day of the second semester of my senior year of high-school.
Very needed context over for now.
I woke up at 4:10 and ate a bowl of cereal. I feel a little clouded from yesterday's encounter with my girl. I'm meditating at 4:55 to clear my mind.
It worked amazingly. I worked out and ironed my clothes.
This is an artist's rendition...
I don't really feel like explaining the rest of the day. I feel asleep in statistics. I felt suicidal again in Engineering, but after I got done with my work, I freewrote, and felt better. Dakota and I had a great conversation, and I put some of my Bill Clinton studying to test at the doctor's. (Dude is charismatic as fuck.)
I didn't talk to or look at my girl [Rosemary] in fourth period.
I missed my [Champions of the World] meeting. I missed my wrestling practice. But it was all good after I bought an Unearth CD and listened to it while I did my homework.
Unearth - Bringing bad days to a good end since 1998.
Superman Ironing picture © Nadzeya Makeyeva
Unearth picture © Metal Injection LLC
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