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| It rained all day today
A year ago today a tornado hit downtown Atlanta. Me, Tim, and Sara went out and checked out the damage. It looked like a warzone. A camera was filming for CNN outside of the CNN centre and i managed to sneak in front of the camera so the entire would could see my smiling face in front of a destroyed Centennial Olympic Park. How ironic. Anyway
I turn 22 in 4 days. Which means that i'm an old man. Though i still have no facial hair so i really dont feel like an old man, but i suppose thats ok. I had a dream i got married last night. I don't know who the girl i got married to was, but i remember feeling like i was in love with them and really happy to be there standing with them. I think it's because i'm really scared about never being with someone i really want to be with. I dunno. Whatever.
Anyway, i'm going to Atlantic Station. I'll see you later. Or not.
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| So, it's 4:18 in the morning (as it usually is when i write on here). I was tired tonight at about 2 in the morning (a good time to go to sleep), so i get into bed and turn the TV on. Anyway, Clueless was on, so of course i had to watch that, and as that was ending, House was on, so i had to watch that too. And then it ended. And now i'm not tired anymore.
So i went downstairs to get some water. There was a takeout box in the fridge which was new, so i took a looksy. In big letters on the top it said "Evans (keep out James)." I think they're on to me... So i came back upstairs with my cup-o-water and went and sat on the roof. I swear, nothing can make me happier than that stuff. I can seriously be content to just sit on the roof, look over at the skyline, and look at the lights that go down Moreland Avenue, and listen to the sounds of the city, to the sounds of the sirens going off, and to the sound of the traffic going endlessly down I-20, and i'm as content as any 21 year old college kid at 4:18 in the morning. I sometimes wish i could go to sleep earlier, but only so that i could wake up earlier and maybe be outside when the sun comes up.
Theres nothing like waking up early and watching the sun rise while walking around Downtown Atlanta. The city always seems to be so alive when the sun comes up, likes its the signal for the workers to get out of the Marta stations and into their offices. Part of me wishes i could be one of those office workers, sitting on the 30th story of some building, but then i realize that the only reason i long for that is because i love the city, and it would give me the opportunity to be part of it everyday. Maybe i would be better suited as an urban photographer, then i could be part of the city, taking it in everyday as i want.
I'm not sure what it is about this city that enthrals me. I never sleep, nor does it. I can hear the trains stop running down the Marta line, and in the same evening, hear them start back up before i've even fallen asleep. It's like a never ending cycle; the cars never stop running down the interstate, the trains will never entirely cease to run, the skyline will never be empty of cranes. I know that they'll keep building and keep building until there is nothing left to build and no place left to build it. Maybe that's why i love this city. Because it'll go on forever, without end, no matter what happens. Even when things seem bleak, the city doesn't stop. I guess i take comfort in that.
Evenings like this show me how comfortable i really am. Granted, things could be different and there could be other things to help keep me happy, but i think i'm as happy right now as i can be considering the circumstances. Occasionally it just takes a sleepless night and lying on the roof to make you realize that you're life can't just become a routine. Because if it does, you'll stop seeing the beauty in the really beautiful things that you encounter daily. And i'm sure tomorrow i'll appreciate everything i see when i ride the subway into Downtown even more than usual.
Damn i love this city. I just wish you could all be here with me.
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| Xanga seems to be the only place that i can leave the comment i want to leave, so here it goes;
No matter who you are, what race you are, or what you believe, this is a monumental occasion. Republican or democrat, conservative or liberal, black or white, gay or straight, it doesn't matter. This is going to go down in the history books as a great day in American history. If you are American, this is a great day to be alive, and something to be proud of has happened tonight. And i hope that everyone realizes that everyone who turned out to vote, that participated and helped get this man into office deserved that opportunity, and that, regardless of the reasons that you may believe that they might not deserve it, they have voted in a way which might, in the future, put them into the same position as you, to where they can fix the downfalls of their life, or where they can make their opinions more than based on some stupid little thing. This is the first step, and this country will be a better thing because of it.
This is not a night for despair or sadness, this is a night for celebration no matter who you are, and don't let anyone take that away from you. Embrace your new president and look forward to what this means for this country, if not because of his choices, because it shows how diverse this country can be.
This is good for everyone. Now let us support the man who will represent us for at least the next four years and not hate him for it. He is your president no matter what you think.
I'm a little drunk
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| What a beautiful day... JK. It's pissing it down. And there is nothing beautiful about that.
Actually, there is lots beautiful about that. Infact, i love the sound of the rain hitting the roof. Reminds me of England. There was nothing better (believe it or not) than walking home from school in the rain, getting drenched through, but then getting home, changing clothes into something dry, putting your clothes on the radiators (which houses here don't have) and then playing video games on a dimmly lit room. Ahhh. Delicious. So it's 8 in the morning, and i'm awake, and it's still summer. The reason for this is because i'm taking care of my baby brother Howard while both of my parents are in Florida, and he needs taking to school every day. Every other day so far ive just got home, went back upstairs, and slept until it was time to pick him up again, but today i decided it would be good for me to try and stay awake. So we'll see how that goes. But i'm thinking this time would be well spent trying to find the textbooks i require for autumn classes. So i suppose i'll do that now. Have good day. | | |
| There are certain things that define everyone. For some people it's their race, for others their religion, and others the music they listen to. And this is true no matter what you want to believe, and can be proven by the simple fact that we all need something to define us. We are all built out of our individual interests and hobbies, and therefore directly reflect those activities. It's what builds us as people and what gives us personality. And if one wants to believe that they are as unique as humanly possible, the only real way to achieve that is by staying entirely true to oneself; do those things which you want to do and enjoy those things that you want to be interested in, and don't let the opinions of those around you effect those. You can allow others to complement yourself, but to be defined by someone else is to be controlled by someone else, and that is generally the opposite of what most people are trying to achieve. Or maybe it's not. Whos knows.... Where did that come from... | | |
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