Sunday, August 16, 2009

there's traffic in the sky

This song never gets old!
Traffic in the Sky-Jack Johnson.

Anyway, just got back a morning run. Real refreshing.
We'll be moving out this coming Friday. I have a few little drama cases going on but hopefully will be settled. 

Wow. I'm glad I'm about to be out of this piece. 
I just got to ride these next three years with stride, I hope they go by faaaast. 
I honestly do want to get on that grown shit. 

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

i'm not stuck in houstatlantavegas

Houstatlantavegas-Drake 

So the meaning of this song I believe is about a stripper? The whole her story of getting on her own by this means. She's stuck though and the ones she gets brings her closer to getting out. 
I definitely don't relate literally, but in maybe odd but not so odd, sense. 

The dirty truth is my dirty summer. (I don't regret it though, things happen for a reason). 
I went to Japan heartbroken and vacant.  Instrument to fix? Alcohol and good company. 
I submerged myself susceptible to easy comfort.  The release of inhibitions allowed my vacant self to be relieved by accessible physical means.  This went on well most of summer. 
I allowed myself to believe I was fully healed. 
Wrong. 
You can always be over someone...but I didn't allow the scab to fully heal. Instead I peeled it off each time, reversing the process, keeping me in square one. 
Relation of song: I settled for the physical thinking it was easy steps to get me out. Only to realize, they kept me in. 

Relief to say I'm past all that nonsense. I migrated to the next step; meeting one. Talking to one. 
But now I've realized that's not what I need right now. As good as it feels. As clean and innocent as the situation is, I cannot allow myself to need, to want. I need to completely stray from this road. No yield signs. Just bright red, stop. Yellow caution for construction. 
I need to set myself up, on my own (of course not completely, with the help of family & friends).
Not to be socially absent. I just need to, settle for friends, right now. 
This is one time I'll need to be a little selfish. To fully focus on what I want in life. Yes, love is there somewhere, I'm not bitter, I just can't be that vulnerable. 
Strong walls don't take just months. 
Ever since I started college I was either dating or talking to someone. I really can't have that now. It is tempting though, and I probably won't be perfect at this, but at least I got it down somewhere what I need to start doing. 

"We all got dreams & we all start reaching." 
No more crutches. 

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

let's start fresh

I lost my old password. 
I decided to start fresh anyway. The old blog was had material of remnants I'd rather not touch.
I have a tumblr...to keep in touch with people who tumble. 
The material will likely be the same. 

I'm in the process of trying to move out. 
I hope everything pulls through, then we can move on to bigger things. 
As humble and gracious I have been for living here, I find these walls to be entirely constricting. 
Suffocating the passageways in which I could breathe easily and freely. 
As a human being. 
As a striving young adult. 

Lucky Strike time.