I’ll be turning 16 on July 31. I already bought my present, a computer upgrade, in June before memory went up in price. I think the only thing I really want is a prints account, but I dunno, no big deal I guess. I will officially be driving my 1977 Porsche 924 Martini Edition without parents. Although, I still blow at driving. I should probably wait a bit.
Archive | July, 2004
19 July 2004
19 JulThe truth is, I’m tired. I don’t have anything to write in this web log, and I know that the person I originally intended to read this does not. So, with lack of motivation, I don’t think I’ll have much to say. Maybe when hell, excuse me, school starts up again. I have a headache, still. For nothing going on in my life, I sure have a lot going on in my head, I guess. I would really like to find somebody that I can really just talk to and get close to. Like a constant person, not a person I hardly have seen or never at all. It’s annoying because honestly I’m a bit sad at the moment, but I really have nothing to be sad about. I just think of my shoulder… I can pick out the faint white lines from years past.
I just want to sleep.
14 July 2004
14 JulHeadache. I just got back from the yearbook convention thing in Dallas. I suppose it taught me how to use the layout sheets and introduced me to the computer elements, however, I felt like I was in first grade. Granted, our first assignment was to make a “list of five goals” for the yearbook via tracing your hand. I made mine into a turkey… I remember finding it childish the first time I did it, actually. We were supposed to “think outside the box” and make “creative goals”. My “creative goal” was “Finish the yearbook”.
Tired. Very tired. Haven’t slept much. Tomorrow I have to go into the VIAMedia office. I’m dying here. What day is it again?
Stressed. Today feels like a lonely Sunday. I want to talk to someone about something, but all I have is no one. I’m angry. At Ali, maybe. Who said she would come see me.. who said she didn’t realize it was me. I don’t care about that though. I’ll call her tonight. It was a mishap, I’m sure. I hope.
Logen. Sorry I’m so distant, if you even read this.
7 July 2004
7 JulI’d like to thank the publishing company, www.xirtz.com for being so cool. I mean, now I will have my dream T-shirts full of my ugly vectors. Awesome. Besides that, I think Jon and I are going to be doing a lot of work in the future. Jon, as in, from VIAMedia. He showed me the editing software and I could at least talk in technical terms (although I have no idea how to use it… it’s on a Mac), I showed him my vectors and he wants to use the format for stuff on TV maybe, and then he saw my photography (apparently, I see things in a three point form) and we may go driving around so I can take a picture of him as a way of showing his more “I’m a normal guy side”.
I actually just wanted to be Maverick.
Seems things are just going my way. I’ve also made up my mind on specifically what branch of the Armed Forces I want to join: The Navy. In fact, I’ve decided my entire course through education there already… More to come on that one. But, eh, plans change. I just hope this one won’t.
Anytime I mention those plans to a girl, they say no. They say it’s bad. They say I’m selling my soul. If I was doing it for the money, maybe I would be.
2 July 2004
2 JulEye is twitching, but it’s all good. Nice day. No sleep though. Nothing is really new in my life. Just the same. School keeps it lively, now it just waits here…
