Patriot roots
Sunday, Jan. 27, 2002 12:51

"Your hair, it's everywhere, screaming infidelities and taking its wear."

Okay, I LOVE dashboard confessional. That's it, no question. I had never heard of them before September, when I moved in with Kristen, but man....whew! And upon searching diaryland, it appears that they are fairly popular among the diarists. So I guess I'm on the right track.

There are fellow NU kids reading this diary. I wonder who. I don't mind that anyone does. In fact, if a person knows me, it is probably good that they read. I feel that it is really important for me to be completely honest about myself. As far as tracking my hits, I know I shouldn't. It's not really good for me. This is my diary and it doesn't matter who reads it. But what can I say? Linda always talks about her visitors on her blog. My initial reaction was: great for her, but I won't do it. Heh, well I've done it. And some of them come as quite interesting to me. But in the end, it could definitely affect me more than I might like it to.

ANYWAY. I'm currently DL-ing all of the Dashboard songs I can find that I don't already have, while "Places I have come to fear the most" is playing in the background.

I feel like i should be watching football. Man...I DO live in Boston, and it IS a big game. Casey is watching it. I'm thinking I might call and ask to come over. Probably not though. I don't really actually like football, and for once, I actually have things I could be doing here in my room. It's just that I keep getting these emails from my uncle talking about it. He lives in Pittsburgh and is therefore a steelers fan. And then I think about my house. It would be on in my living room. My dad is probably sitting there now all excited. I bet he can't wait. All of it put together makes me feel like it's in me. That it is part of my life, my background. But alas, I'm probably just being silly.

hehe, I just mentioned the game to Linda, and she has no idea what I am talking about. See what I mean? It's in me!

"Exhale, another wasted breath, again it goes unnoticed."

I was trying to explain how I feel to Floyd the other day and I realized that everytime it comes out in words, it is different. So, I guess I don't really know what to make of it. It's an example of my old habit of twisting what I'm feeling around into different ideas. Because I never have any idea what causes my feelings. And I'm learning that applying thoughts to them just confuses everything. I get to the point where I am thinking so much that I can't remember what I was really thinking in the first place. Or for that matter, what I was feeling.

I'm hungry. I have a craving for these organic chicken nuggets that they sell at bread and circus. But I can't buy them. I already have plenty of food, and I don't have plenty of money, so...yeah.

Aight. Done.