http://www.opendiary.com/entrylist.asp?authorcode=D628379 Searching for clear skys http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10030 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10030 <p>So remember what I said about eventually writing in my diary again... like 7 months ago. Yeah.</p> <p> </p> <p>So a lot has changed in my life since last I wrote anything. I got and even more in the three years I hadn't written since before then. </p> <p>Currently I live on the West side of Lawrence with my former room mate. I have a simple job as a cashier. I like the company I work for but at the same time am consistently broke due to few hours and abysmal pay. Single at the moment. Several girls of interest at the moment but being broke doesn't exactly make it easy to have a social life. Only one interesting co-worker as far as attraction is concerned. A superior however, so nothing doing there. </p> <p> </p> <p>Really cute girl from my room mates circle of friends. Unfortunately she has been hit on by pretty much every single member of the circle of friends in question. So is understandably tired of being hit on. She seems to take it with a grain of salt though. Either that or she is oblivious to all of the other guys who are trying to win her affections. Heard she things a guy named Austin is cute and wishes she would ask her out. But no way to confirm this is me. </p> <p>It's interesting growing up I don't really recall that many Austins I knew of. Now there are certainly a lot of young children with the name nowadays, I see to hear my name yelled and a squalling boy 50% of the times I visit a Walmart or like establishment. But since moving back to Lawrence I realize there are a lot of Austins in a 6 year age span in this area. </p> <p> </p> <p>Anyways I might seriously try writing something interesting later. I think I want to take a crack at some poetry again sometime. But mayhaps I take a look at my old material. It might be entertaining or discouraging. I jump now into the threshold. </p> <p> </p> <p> </p> Tue, 22 Mar 2011 00:00:00 GMT http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10029 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10029 <p>So I remembered Opendiary existed. I remembered I have one, or two. And I actually figured out the password with the help of the administration. Which by my account has improved vastly since I last used this site.</p> <p>Well I don't have any time to really post right now and now that I have the diary again I'm sure once I'm back on here with free time I'll be reading where I was at in my life, and how terrible and deluded my poetry was. But expect me to give a damn and write again within a week. I'm back bia.</p> Mon, 2 Aug 2010 00:00:00 GMT http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10028 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10028 So a weird Ironic thing. It's been exactly one year to the day that I have written in opendiary. I don't even know if anyone uses this thing anymore. At least anyone that I know now that myspace.com is so freaking huge.<br /><br />So It's a year later here's a little update. I work for Vangent Inc. I used to do student aid, now I'm training for Medicaire and I recently worked for GAP for like 3 days. Still single as all fucking get out. Now rooming the the Bryan O' Brien. Currently listening to DethKlok. <br /><br />And I'll write some more later. I think it's time to rename and design this things and see if friends still have these things. Sat, 6 Oct 2007 00:00:00 GMT http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10027 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10027 there are many things  that happened since I last wrote, but they are to broad to write because I am far too drunk. I will update on that later but all that I can say is life is hard but getting better. I have learned to accept many things and cope with many others.<br /> <br />but here are lyrics for me to try to remember.<br /><br />contemptuous asshole, everythings a game for fame, I pray:<br />you can let this go I'm not breaking any jaws tonights.<br /><br />swallow pride and false epiphanies; chocking back on all these years of rage ang lust.<br /><br />And I'm finding that nothing is sacred; and all of my broken dreams are merely product of my wanderlust,.<br /><br />and I find my dreams are shallow and proven tried and true, to fuel my need to simpl y exist<br /><br />story of a boy who never grew, still writing sorry poems of sorrow;<br />bury the tongue as a needle to feed ; all the addictions that I feel I need<br /><br />Waves of injustice justified; till I can learn to acknowledge my crimes<br /><br />I'm a powder Keg, get your leg UUUUUPPPP, don't leg this swallow you<br />as the tempest ebb and flow of bullshit,<br /><br />I shall write more later. Fri, 6 Oct 2006 00:00:00 GMT http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10026 http://www.opendiary.com/entryview.asp?authorcode=D628379&entry=10026 <p>It's Saturday, I hang out and work on fixing shit around the house, I do laundry. I fuck with pretty much no one all day. I go watch a movie with some friends, I come home everyone is wasted and loud, I go try to dissapear and watch another movie, I come downstairs to sleep because my room is sauna. </p> <p>Unfortunately everyone is still drunk, and loud, and a nice girl is trying to sleep in the lounge, asks them to be quiet. People continue to be drunk and loud and stupid. I now sit in front of computer because there is no sleep to be had anywhere.</p> Sun, 30 Jul 2006 00:00:00 GMT