My name is Brian. It's a decent name, I like it. I also really like biking and making mediocre artwork. Sometimes I feel good, sometimes I feel bad, but I'm always in the mood to talk (provided i'm not asleep). I'm an Eagle Scout and a senior in high school. If you're really interested, my timezone is Eastern Standard Time.
Just waiting for the weekend. I can’t do school. I could before, but now I can’t. I need a bike ride or a long cuddle or something like that.
Went out on a bike ride.
Don’t know if I want to come back.
Maybe later.
Much later.
Or not at all.
Depends on how I feel much later.
Why I hate music
Recently I came had an epiphany as to why I hate music. It isn’t because it’s bad, or even because I don’t like it; in fact, it’s not even about the music.
It’s the act of hating.
I am an accepting and (until a recent depression streak) have been an easy-going person most of my life. This means I have a fucking huge amount of pent-up hatred and general rage ready to blow the head off of anyone who disagrees with my musical hatred.
I cope with this hatred by hating whatever music happens to be annoying. Also by swearing like a fuck while biking alone.
Hopefully no one has been too offended by my transgressions against music (sorry, Robin).
One Month.
One month is not a huge amount of time, by any means. But one month isn’t short, either. It’s a decent amount of time to judge someone’s character; to get to know someone; to start something special. For me, this last month has been a crazy roller-coaster of positive emotions.
One month ago, my now girlfriend agreed to go on a bike ride with me.
Now I wish I’d done that at least a month sooner.
We’ve been taking it pretty slow, since we’ve both been hurt before, but now we know we can make this work.
