hello world. hi to those that read this.. hello to those that don't.
its been a while since i've really updated this thing.. but here goes.
in school i do what i do, i procrastinate to build up pressure, because i believe i work best with pressure applied. although i've got a ways to go when it comes to graduating (2010) i know i can get my stuff handled. People in class must hate me, for not showing up, but getting my shit done, and showing them that i do have the drive to succeed, whether or not that is reflected in the classroom. To me, design is something you work on and get better at, not through classrooms and lectures, but by getting your hands dirty with experience.
in life, im trying some things.. realizing that i have to mature, and do things around the house and whatnot, because i know i gotta get shit done. kinda late right? 21 years of age, going on 22, and not being as responsible as i should.. but i try, i honestly do. I know in the past year i've come a long way from being the immature asshole that i usually am, and have somewhat realized that i need to man up and come correct at times. I think i have though, not to the point where i'm a gentleman, but to the point where i think the things i've changed or worked on as of late are pointing me in the right direction. I don't know if anyone notices, but i try nonetheless.
some of you know, some of you don't, but yes there's a special girl that i really do appreciate. I care about her more than she'd like me to, but i can't help but do so. rarely do i open up, and allow myself to feel this way, but shiet, i cant fuckin help it. So long have i been out there putting others before me, rather having them happy than myself. But for once im out there finding my own happiness, through caring for another. Although i'm not the type to be romantical, cus it really isnt my forte, i will say this, i like her.. not sayin it to remind her, jsut making sure she doesn't forget.
peace my niggs. love yall like fat kids love cake.
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