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I haven’t posted in a while, so here’s a post. I’m living at OU now. I absolutely love the fuck out of it. We party a lot. We frat hard. My roommate is pretty cool and we get along, but i think he’s gonna end up a geed. Last night on my way home, after was completely shitfaced, i walked into the pike house. They’re a bunch of faggots. I like the lambda house, but the DU house just seemed so much more fun. They had this 10 foot beer bong with a bunch of hoses on it. And they were all really friendly. Im so glad i ended up coming here and didn’t stay around the shit hole of Saginaw.
I can safely say there isn’t any other place i’d rather be.
Hittin’ easy street on mud tires
I find it incredibly hard to devote time to tumblr to merely complain about my life.
I like my life lately, so I dont have much to say.
I’m returning
The absence of tumblr from my life has been awful. But I’ve just been really busy, and posting random thoughts hasn’t exactly been the top of my priorities.
It will be again now, though!!!
I’ll start posting lots of random meaningless posts soon!
You build on failure. You use it as a stepping stone. Close the door on the past. You don’t try to forget the mistakes, but you don’t dwell on it. You don’t let it have any of your energy, or any of your time, or any of your space.
Johnny Cash
So we keep on waitin’
I sleep a lot lately. And be a lot I mean none at all.
I couldn’t sleep, so i read hamlet. It was awful, i don’t recommend it under any circumstances.
However, during my searching for something to occupy my mind, i stumbled upon an old DMB song, and i started missing things terribly.
I mostly miss the 90’s. I was meant to be in the 90’s forever I’m pretty sure. I wish i was born in 1978. I’d be able to catch the tail end of the 80’s and then be able to live through all the greatness of the 90’s. When i went through the 90’s, i was pretty young, and only got to experience the music and the movies. I’m sure i missed so much more. Like Bill Clinton.
I can’t stop listening to John Mayer. I especially like Daughters. If i ever had a daughter, i think i’d do an excellent job at loving her.
I also keep thinking about my future. I’m going to the great University of Oklahoma to study business. Specifically accounting or finance. But i dont want to settle for a four year degree. So I’m really thinking that after graduating from there, I should go to SMU grad school and get my MBA.
I’m pretty sure i’m dreaming really big, but who knows, maybe my work ethic will catch up to my intelligence, and allow me to accomplish this radical notion i have in mind.
I am very excited to embark on this journey, i must say. I cant wait to show people what i can do on my own, and make of myself, and i’m really excited to see for myself what all i’m actually capable of.
I’m gonna stop typing. None of my topics discussed relate (side effect of inexhaustible boredom).
Goodnight to those lucky enough to sleep.
On behalf of every man, looking out for every girl, you are the guide and the weight of her world. So fathers, be good to your daughters, daughters will love like you do.
John Mayer
I know this girl, and she puts the color in my world.
Tatum
I have fallen into a depression. I do this often, however they usually come and go quickly. Tonight’s depression has taken me far deeper than usual though. I miss my dog Tatum an awful fucking lot. I absolutely adored her with all I had, and she literally went everywhere with me. She was either shot or killed by coyotes over spring break, and it never really hit me until tonight. I miss her terribly. She was the best friend ever, and loved me unconditionally, as did I for her. When I was having an awful day or getting my ass kicked by my dad, she knew just what to do to make me feel better.
She used to get so damn happy when I could home from school, it would always instantly turn around any day. I could actually see love in her eyes. While I lived at my ranch, she would hear my truck coming from a mile down the road, and meet me at my gate. She was very much so the highlight of many of my days, and more often than not, the only reason I looked forward to going home.
When I felt awful, I had her.
Tonight, its just me.
It feels as if my life has spiraled out of control for far too long now. In the beginning I allowed it, and thought it would be one hell of a ride, and something I could easily recover from. But now I see it went on too long, and I feel like there’s no grabbing a hold of things, and getting back to stability and safety.
I just miss Tate so unfathomably much. She had a very impressive impact on my life, and will always be missed.
I can’t wait to move on to the next stage in my life, and attempt to live it correctly and successfully.
