"Watch your thoughts; they become words. Watch your words; they become actions. Watch your actions; they become habits. Watch your habits; they become character. Watch your character; it becomes your destiny." -- unknown

Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results - Albert Einstein

vacation day 5
2001-11-30 - 4:32 pm

i went to see if gmac is still doing that early lease turn in thing. it turns out i missed that program by about three months. bummer, i would like a new car. not that i don't like my current one, but i want something less expensive. i'm not a car status person. i want something that looks ok, runs well and can get me through some snow.

i went to the gym today. i'm sore already. i should probably attempt to get an idea about gyms before i really hurt myself...but then i kind of like i get to torture myself like this. i think i might go buy some swim trunks and start to swim. did i talk about that before? it's a big deal to me. i havn't been in a pool for like 5 years and that's after being in a pool 6 days a week (sometimes 7) since i was four.

my eyes are still overly dilated from those drops. i'm glad it's cloudly out.

so, i got this folder of stuff that i've been putting off going through. i got it the last time i went home. i can't even be sure when that was, but it's been a few months. i brought back three milk crates full of non-milk items, all relating to my childhood. my comic books (could some of these actually be worht money?). my baseball cards (i think some of these are!). perhaps most thought provoking...early writings of mine. that's right, once thought lost archives of the early year ramblings. i flipped through the folder briefly and wondered if my rents had ever gotten curious enough to look thourgh this junk. i'm undecided how i feel about that. on one hand, its an invasion of my privacy and these pages not with standing, i'm a pretty private person. on the other hand, it's the only way they had to really get to know much about me. i probably would have read the pages if i were them.

it's really not a big deal. there's nothing earth shattering in there, just junk i wrote. i think there's an envelope of high school pictures. that should prove entertianing to look through.

perhaps i'll take the time to transcribe some things to here. i dunno. i might. i need to read through it before i do anything though.

should i go out tonight? i think i should. i dunno where to go though, i mean i know where to go...but i don't know what place to go to.

'sixteen just held such better days, days when i stil felt alive'