Being in a mood that lent itself to thinking about the past, i stumbled upon my old xanga page. I see that a few people still use xanga, and that makes me happy. They seem to still have the will to mark a page of their lives. I only wish that I hadn't stopped. Things are not so bad for myself right now, a little stagnant perhaps, but it's all of my own doing anyways. I find it hard to actually form a proper sentence on here, I'm really out of touch with myself at times. Little things like forming complete thoughts and actually tucking them away somewhere are hard for me now. I look at the old pages of my life and wonder at times how I was ever so wrapped up in certain events. It's all so trivial now. I look at those pages with a longing glare, for simple times that seemed so complicated. I wish I could do things over again, not always due to regret, but just the sheer curiosity of seeing what would happen. I miss old friendships. Granted it is my own fault for a few of them. Either I put someone off, or judged them too harshly. But it happened, and if I'm meant to truely connect with someone, I will see them again. Watch out run on sentences. I don't know what the future holds for me, but I need to spice things up a tad. Shake a few things up, and down. See what happens. This guy named adam I know, I should go see him. He is my closest friend that I have ever had. We have shared so many things with each other. So much that we know about all the dirty little secrets. So many happy times, sad times. We have hated each other, and loved each other. alright, that was a little gay. uhh. FUCK YA BRO, YOUR THE SHIT. Is that a little less gay sounding? Who GIVES A FUCK. making plans. I mentioned to my boss that I will be taking a week off some time in jan/feb. I didn't really request it. I'm not sure if he noticed. If any of you people, who mark the pages of there life with this simple little site miss the past. Give me a shout. I'm not sure when I will be back on here, so maybe shoot me a txt. 910 381 5003. | 
