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You know, I'm really pretty jealous of ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
z3ro666. His posts are long, and detailed, and it's not that he's got a billion more things going on in his life than I do - we're pretty much on the same activity level, aside from the whole work situation and the fact that he regularly goes to coffee houses and cafes and places like that. (I've got three reasons for not going to the Rocketstar - I have no money, I'm too lazy, and I have no one to go with and know no one there. At least I knew people at the Thunderbird, even if it was just John, the owner. I love that guy.) I think it's because he internalizes a lot more, and goes into detail about what he's thinking and feeling; I'm more ... well, I wouldn't say vague, because I'll be blunt about what I'm thinking or feeling, but in a sense it IS vague, because I'm only touching the surface. I can say I'm angry about this, or upset about something my mom did, but I don't delve deeper and take a look at what's actually going on. He describes, and I... hell, sometimes I think I translate for myself when I write in this journal.
And then there's the fact that he's my age (well, a year older, anyway, but it's around the same, damnit! And Adam, I didn't know your birthday was a day before mine), and he's more articulate than I am, more passionate, more... if not sure of himself, then more capable of projecting that image. I'm 18, and I'm still not all that passionate about anything other than my own writing and drawing (which I slack off on anyway, because I'm so bloody positive that I'm no fucking good at it), and sometimes manga. I'm passive in my own interests, things that should be getting my pulse racing, my blood boiling, my feet tapping to some internal drum that starts up when something catches my undivided attention. Hell, the only thing I really am truly, truly passionate about is my current crush, which means my inner dialogue is something like this; "Ohhhhh, why doesn't he liiiiiiiiiike me? It hurts, damnit, why can't he see I'm perfect for him? That ass! He's such a jerk, but he's sooooooooooo cute, I can't help myself! Oh why, oh WHY doesn't he LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?" At least Adam's current romantic situation has him angsting in style (he listens to Dean Martin, for cripe's sake! Dean Martin!)!
And, Adam, please don't take this to mean that I dislike you. I think you're pretty cool, and I'd really like to meet you sometime; I think we'd have an interesting conversation, if nothing more. And what the hell is up with the whole weight thing?
Ooooon to other news now: I know I've pimped him before, but I really must insist on telling you all one more time to go listen to Joe Satriani, damnit! His album Is There Love in Space is unbelievable, and varied enough so that there has to be something on there you like. Buy it, download it, beg me for a couple tracks, I don't care, just go get a hold of his music, okay? 'Souls of Distortion,' which is what I'm listening to now, is one of my favorites, as is 'Gnaaah,' 'Just Look Up,' and 'If I Could Fly.'
And now for something rather more interesting than all of that: I, dear friends, am finally getting a cellphone. My cousin Beth's provider (which I do believe is Sprint, but I can't remember exactly) had a promotion, in which I not only am on my cousin's plan for only $15 for six months, and around $30 afterward, but I get a free phone out of it too! And not just a crappy one, a flip-phone! She said they were offering a phone that had been over $100, too. Free! And if I can't afford it after six months, or I don't want it any more, or anything like that, then once the first six months is up, I can cancel the plan.
Now, if only I could get a hold of my cousin so she could give me my damn phone, I'd be able to tell you all what my number is! But I haven't heard from her since she left me a message Tuesday night; oh well, I'll get her to pick up her phone eventually. I hope.
z3ro666. His posts are long, and detailed, and it's not that he's got a billion more things going on in his life than I do - we're pretty much on the same activity level, aside from the whole work situation and the fact that he regularly goes to coffee houses and cafes and places like that. (I've got three reasons for not going to the Rocketstar - I have no money, I'm too lazy, and I have no one to go with and know no one there. At least I knew people at the Thunderbird, even if it was just John, the owner. I love that guy.) I think it's because he internalizes a lot more, and goes into detail about what he's thinking and feeling; I'm more ... well, I wouldn't say vague, because I'll be blunt about what I'm thinking or feeling, but in a sense it IS vague, because I'm only touching the surface. I can say I'm angry about this, or upset about something my mom did, but I don't delve deeper and take a look at what's actually going on. He describes, and I... hell, sometimes I think I translate for myself when I write in this journal.And then there's the fact that he's my age (well, a year older, anyway, but it's around the same, damnit! And Adam, I didn't know your birthday was a day before mine), and he's more articulate than I am, more passionate, more... if not sure of himself, then more capable of projecting that image. I'm 18, and I'm still not all that passionate about anything other than my own writing and drawing (which I slack off on anyway, because I'm so bloody positive that I'm no fucking good at it), and sometimes manga. I'm passive in my own interests, things that should be getting my pulse racing, my blood boiling, my feet tapping to some internal drum that starts up when something catches my undivided attention. Hell, the only thing I really am truly, truly passionate about is my current crush, which means my inner dialogue is something like this; "Ohhhhh, why doesn't he liiiiiiiiiike me? It hurts, damnit, why can't he see I'm perfect for him? That ass! He's such a jerk, but he's sooooooooooo cute, I can't help myself! Oh why, oh WHY doesn't he LIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIKE MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE?" At least Adam's current romantic situation has him angsting in style (he listens to Dean Martin, for cripe's sake! Dean Martin!)!
And, Adam, please don't take this to mean that I dislike you. I think you're pretty cool, and I'd really like to meet you sometime; I think we'd have an interesting conversation, if nothing more. And what the hell is up with the whole weight thing?
Ooooon to other news now: I know I've pimped him before, but I really must insist on telling you all one more time to go listen to Joe Satriani, damnit! His album Is There Love in Space is unbelievable, and varied enough so that there has to be something on there you like. Buy it, download it, beg me for a couple tracks, I don't care, just go get a hold of his music, okay? 'Souls of Distortion,' which is what I'm listening to now, is one of my favorites, as is 'Gnaaah,' 'Just Look Up,' and 'If I Could Fly.'
And now for something rather more interesting than all of that: I, dear friends, am finally getting a cellphone. My cousin Beth's provider (which I do believe is Sprint, but I can't remember exactly) had a promotion, in which I not only am on my cousin's plan for only $15 for six months, and around $30 afterward, but I get a free phone out of it too! And not just a crappy one, a flip-phone! She said they were offering a phone that had been over $100, too. Free! And if I can't afford it after six months, or I don't want it any more, or anything like that, then once the first six months is up, I can cancel the plan.
Now, if only I could get a hold of my cousin so she could give me my damn phone, I'd be able to tell you all what my number is! But I haven't heard from her since she left me a message Tuesday night; oh well, I'll get her to pick up her phone eventually. I hope.
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Wow. Thank you.
- Adam
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Uh... Do you mind if I add you to my buddy list on AIM?