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April 23, 2003

Six Degrees of Separation: You Know, the Important Stuff

Well congratulations, you've found it.

This is the real dishwalla-walla, all the important stuff that almost everyone would like to know, but rarely ever dares to ask. If you know me well enough, none of the following will be much of a surprise--you ought to know most of these things already. But then again, there really aren't that many people who could actually pretend to know so much about me and actually get away with it.

This diary is meant for all the people who may have gone "unnoticed" in the past years. You know who you are. The kid that went to his senior prom with his sister. The girl puts her heart into something that she cares truly, madly, deeply about, but no one takes the time to look. All of those people are kind of like me: not infamous breadwinners, but still pretty sexy, at least in their own frames of mind. Everyone's looking to get their name put up in lights, whether that be across some Hollywood billboard, or a yard sale sign. Don't deny it. Everyone wants to be some kind of somebody, and they don't deserve anything less.

So you want to know more about me, eh? Simply put, I love to take everything for face value. I don't have the time to sit around and wonder if I've hurt your feelings, or if you've taken the time to consider mine, or whether or not we need to sit down in a circle and evaluate the course of our lives. No. When you make a point not to screw around with other people, you don't wind up with a chest full of issues. You can't make it any easier than that.

Daydreaming is a favorite pastime of mine. I do it all the time: on the telephone, in class, driving my car, while sitting on the toilet, even right now. The truth is, I've got about a dozen stories and characters running through my head, and living through them can oftentimes be more satisfying than living my own life. If you've seen me in person, you've probably seen me talking to myself, or staring into the ceiling for unreasonable amounts of time. Don't be alarmed. Without this escape, I can honestly say that I'd go insane. Not just annoyed or bothered, but actually insane. You've got to understand that.

I don't take kindly to liars, fakers, hypocrites, or anything of the sort. You can lie to yourself all you want, but don't you ever, ever do it to me. It's an unbelieveable waste of time for the both of us.

I find that most of the best lyrics are written by the "funny" people. Not the humorous sort, but the kind that make you take a second glance... or three. My desk and books are covered in lyrics. It's like my attempt to string parts of a song, or good pieces of sound all over the place. They let me know where I've been, and keep track of what I never known before.

I love fast and hard. I don't know how to do it any other way.

Big cities like New York, Los Angeles, and Chicago are beautiful, because you can just get lost inside of them. Not so much physically lost as emotionally, of course. All those people, all those windows, all those buildings, all those stores have stories to them, and I like to think about those from time to time. It's like a funny sort of library, layed out into different streets and avenues. All you've got to do is look. Besides, big cities are challenging, exciting, and sophisticated, which is something I've always wanted to be.

In middle school, I secretly wanted to be a cheerleader. Don't tell anyone, though.

Talking to a child is like spending an afternoon with one of the most intelligent beings on Earth. Everything is so simple, so easy. All good deeds are rewarded with apple juice and an afternoon nap.

If you're someone I haven't spoken to in a long time, I apologize. I should definitely call you more often, or at least e-mail you. If I haven't made contact with you because of a disagreement, I apologize for that, too. Some things just aren't worth it.

Cheez-Its are better than Cheese Nips or Goldfish. 'Nuff said.

Everybody ought to believe in something. I'd personally love it if everyone believed in God, but if you can't have faith in that, at least pull some strings together and get yourself a support system. It's sad to think that most people are hanging with only a thin amount of thread.

posted at 3:51 p.m.