.stuck.at.the.creek.

i've been immersing myself too much in creek reruns. what's wrong with me? season 3 is defo my fav, and it reminds me of innocence, and how relationships are meant to be. i think i've preached about this before. the best way to describe it is if you watch those last 3 or 4 episodes from season 3 and watch how pacey looks at joey. how he will do anything for her because he loves her, even though inside, it's killing him. he tries to be all hard, not caring what everyone thinks of him and full of pride in front of everything else, but when he sees her...he has that puppy-eyed look. and it makes me melt to see that kind of passion.

i think as we get older, most of us lose the ability to display that kind of passion. pride gets in the way. and stubborness. and baggage. maybe that's why i like watching those episodes over and over again.

on another note, what's wrong with today's insurance companies? why does it take so long to get a replacement ID card??

.right.now.

I'm driving up 85 in the
Kind of morning that lasts all afternoon
Just stuck inside the gloom
4 more exits to my apartment but
I am tempted to keep the car in drive
And leave this shit behind

Cause I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life

Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

I rent a room and I fill the spaces with
Wood in places to make it feel like home
But all I feel's alone
It might be a quarter life crisis
Or just the stirring in my soul

Either way I wonder sometimes
About the outcome
Of a still verdictless life

Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

So what, so I've got a smile on
But it's hiding the quiet superstitions in my head
Don't believe me
When I say I've got it down

Everybody is just a stranger but
That's the danger in going my own way
I guess it's the price I have to pay
Still "everything happens for a reason"
Is no reason not to ask myself

If I am living it right
Am I living it right?
Am I living it right?
Why Georgia, why?

.i.don't.like.

i don't like people who stare. i'm stuck in a cube where i feel like i'm being stared at. i try to look busy, so the person doesn't talk to me; but even then, the person stares. like the person wants to see what i'm doing. yeah, so what if i'm blogging? you're not employed by my company, you're a consultant. why does it matter to you? and why do you feel as if you can jump into any conversation that is heard in our area?

i know. i'm mean. but my space has been invaded. and my concentration broken.

i can't wait until we move floors.