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Name: Patrick Country: United States State: Virginia Metro: Charlottesville Birthday: 10/3/1987 Gender: Male
Interests: Music, drums, girls, food, concerts, driving around, late nights, video games, and of course, my friends. Expertise: Annoyance and random music trivia Occupation: Artist Industry: Art
Message: message me AIM: pistolapoet
Member Since:
3/21/2005
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| So this Xanga is pretty much dead and buried at this point, but if you'd like to get a hold of me, I'm still whoring myself to the world online at www.myspace.com/pistolapoet, so feel free to send me a 'hello' there.
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| Something eye-opening just happened:
My mom has a cat. This cat is almost fifteen years old, and is the most bitter old cat you will ever find. Most of the time, all she wants is food and sleep and solitude. I say “most of the time”, because up until five minutes ago, I would have said “all the time”. As I sat here in front of this computer, I heard her purring from the kitchen. As I went in there to see what the matter was, I saw that all she wanted was some company. She looked at me, and for a split second I felt like we understood each other. And that’s when I think I realized – it doesn’t matter who you are, sometimes we all just need someone else to be there us. As I walked away, she watched me… and just sat back down.
I don’t know if this is as profound to you as it is to me, but that was very surreal, so I thought I’d share.
My point? I hope you all have someone who is there for you, and that you are there for someone. Otherwise, what's the point in... anything?
Grape on the vine, we've been alone a long time... | | |
| So let's see...
The week went pretty slow, and go figure, the weekend went really fast. I started my new job this past week. It's not too bad. It's kinda weird though, being the youngest person around the office. Everyone else has been there for years and is in their forties. Weird.
I got some new shoes last night. Ran into Jenn,who I hadn't seen in awhile. And I saw a girl that looked like someone I knew... wow, that made sense.
In other news, my bachelor status may or may not change soon.... exciting. And none of you know!! Haha!
OHHHH Yeah. I'm getting a new electronic drumset for my birthday. Pays to be a rich bitch, eh? It's gonna be pretty sweet; I'll try and post a picture when I get it. The set is also gonna be used for the new band I'm starting, which is gonna be some weird mix between hardcore/metal (think Poison the Well) meets prog/experimental (think Mars Volta). If you're a bassist, guitarist or singer and you're interested, let me know. I think that about does it for me.
Happiness is not having to lie on the floor dead alone. | | |
| Yes everyone, I'm alive. Woohoo, right?
Well things have been weird recently. Finally got moved out of the old house. No more partying 24/7 and all that for me. I now live near PVCC, which I'm going to be going soon. I was also able to put my drums in the house, which is awesome. I missed them :(
In other news... there's no new news. Now that I'm 'out' I feel more relaxed, and I've had time to evaluate things. In the end, I realized a few things. One: I'm not going to fret about being in a relationship. All I ever do is get myself down thinking about how alone I feel, and yada yada yada. It seems like every person I've been getting involved with recently, I've ended up realizing that it's not what I want. When I find someone who makes me feel like it's worth being with someone, that's when I'll change my mind. So far, things ain't looking good. I think that when it comes down to it, I'm bad at meeting new people, which is obviously going to hinder me from meeting new girls. I've been 'recycling' past relationships recently, and that's just stupid. Extra headaches are NOT something I need right now. Another thing, is that it feels like I'm too damn weird for the people in this town. Charlottesville is notorious for conformity, and I feel like I'm alienated for being different, which in many ways I am. I don't usually let it bother me - hell, the conformists are usually stuck up assholes anyway - but it does still make it hard to meet people. I don't think I'm looking in the right places. Downtown gets old, heh.
As always, I thought I had nothing to say, but instead I whined for a paragraph. Oh well; fuck it.
You're so crazy... | | |
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