I just read about Dean Kamen on Tim Ferriss' blog. Very inspirational guy.
Be careful about trusting intuition, but be more careful not to bend to the majority for whom “impossible” is a comforting excuse for inaction.
Friday, August 7, 2009
Break
I went back home Sunday. I'm staying for a week. I'm not going to write anything new until I get back to DC, but I will write an update.
Ridgewoo is just as boring as I remembered it. My mom is just as stressed as she was the last time I saw her. The only difference is that she has become even more pissed off at Obama, especially due to his new Health Care Reform. And, she is coming across frustrating obstacles to sell our house. The appraisal people suck. My mom is also a racist. She is also irrational and listens to the most idiotic radio shows and Fox News. She is a smart woman and means well, but sometimes I can't help but question.
Most of my friends in Ridgewood are really boring people. I'm actually surprised that some didn't bother staying in our hometown. I came to a point by the end of freshman year of college that I really stopped caring about them. Whenever I look back at middle school or the beginning of high school and dig up what I used to think was so important (popularity), I cringe and hate myself for it. Ugh.
I hung out with Jen, Alex, Chris, and kc this week. Everyone else is either out of town or unwilling to be interesting people.
Alex is a friend who can be too nice at times and gets walked all over. I'm glad he came out with us the past two nights. He's a solid guy.
Kris does his own thing. I got high with him one night. Won't see him for awhile.
kc is a cool guy. We have similar interests. I've only gotten to know him through kris. I wish I had someone like him around me at all times. The reason being his fantastic photography. I would love to have a pro photographer around me documenting my life. I could see it get annoying, but as long as he partakes in the adventure, no big deal.
I saw some kids at McMurps I didn't want to see and others I haven't seen since high school. I ran into owen b, who worked with me at La Piaz. He called me Arrogant. I felt so proud. I don't know why. Maybe because hes an intelligent guy who could be just as big of a dick. Anyways, he agreed that Zvi, the owner and boss of the restaurant, treated me like shit when I worked there. Maybe it had to do with my "arrogance" when I worked there. Fuck her. He said I worked well and she constantly focused on what I did wrong. The thought of her enraged me and then I went off on Owen, saying he was really cool because he hung around girls four years younger than him in Ridgewoo. Then I brought up the fact that he went to NYU and hung around hipster fucks who meaninglessly protested anything. He was taken aback.
Whenever I drink more than I should, I get incredibly aggressive. So much deep-seated anger leaks out of me. The town makes me especially crazy.
I also ran into j and his brother mike, bb, and pat whose wake forest shorts I still have. I should give them back to him smeared with shit. That kid is one ugly bastard. Mike grew up tall. He was surprised to see me there. Jeff left with Jen and Alex. I ended up hitting on some older chick. Didn't last. I walked home in a drunken and pissed off stupor.
This morning was the first morning this week that my heart panged. My liver or kidney hurts. My sides actually hurt. I should stop drinking or take it easy. My family has a history of alcoholism. My grandfather was a rumrunner and the town alcoholic. My half sister has been fighting it for the past ten years.
I'm getting picked up today by my friends from DC to go up to upstate NY to party. My friend Carrie is having a huge pig roast at her house near Albany. Should be fun. I just hope it makes me get over this anger towards Ridgewoo
Ridgewoo is just as boring as I remembered it. My mom is just as stressed as she was the last time I saw her. The only difference is that she has become even more pissed off at Obama, especially due to his new Health Care Reform. And, she is coming across frustrating obstacles to sell our house. The appraisal people suck. My mom is also a racist. She is also irrational and listens to the most idiotic radio shows and Fox News. She is a smart woman and means well, but sometimes I can't help but question.
Most of my friends in Ridgewood are really boring people. I'm actually surprised that some didn't bother staying in our hometown. I came to a point by the end of freshman year of college that I really stopped caring about them. Whenever I look back at middle school or the beginning of high school and dig up what I used to think was so important (popularity), I cringe and hate myself for it. Ugh.
I hung out with Jen, Alex, Chris, and kc this week. Everyone else is either out of town or unwilling to be interesting people.
Alex is a friend who can be too nice at times and gets walked all over. I'm glad he came out with us the past two nights. He's a solid guy.
Kris does his own thing. I got high with him one night. Won't see him for awhile.
kc is a cool guy. We have similar interests. I've only gotten to know him through kris. I wish I had someone like him around me at all times. The reason being his fantastic photography. I would love to have a pro photographer around me documenting my life. I could see it get annoying, but as long as he partakes in the adventure, no big deal.
I saw some kids at McMurps I didn't want to see and others I haven't seen since high school. I ran into owen b, who worked with me at La Piaz. He called me Arrogant. I felt so proud. I don't know why. Maybe because hes an intelligent guy who could be just as big of a dick. Anyways, he agreed that Zvi, the owner and boss of the restaurant, treated me like shit when I worked there. Maybe it had to do with my "arrogance" when I worked there. Fuck her. He said I worked well and she constantly focused on what I did wrong. The thought of her enraged me and then I went off on Owen, saying he was really cool because he hung around girls four years younger than him in Ridgewoo. Then I brought up the fact that he went to NYU and hung around hipster fucks who meaninglessly protested anything. He was taken aback.
Whenever I drink more than I should, I get incredibly aggressive. So much deep-seated anger leaks out of me. The town makes me especially crazy.
I also ran into j and his brother mike, bb, and pat whose wake forest shorts I still have. I should give them back to him smeared with shit. That kid is one ugly bastard. Mike grew up tall. He was surprised to see me there. Jeff left with Jen and Alex. I ended up hitting on some older chick. Didn't last. I walked home in a drunken and pissed off stupor.
This morning was the first morning this week that my heart panged. My liver or kidney hurts. My sides actually hurt. I should stop drinking or take it easy. My family has a history of alcoholism. My grandfather was a rumrunner and the town alcoholic. My half sister has been fighting it for the past ten years.
I'm getting picked up today by my friends from DC to go up to upstate NY to party. My friend Carrie is having a huge pig roast at her house near Albany. Should be fun. I just hope it makes me get over this anger towards Ridgewoo
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