Simplicity

Thu, 28 Sep 2006 00:34:31 GMT

AHAHAHAHA

The Ryans are fucking awesome! Can't deny our sexiness either!

Tue, 19 Sep 2006 21:53:09 GMT

oh I miss myself from time to time. livejournal is fun to look back and sorta see who I am (through a really fucked up small lens of cynicisms and stupid humor).

anyways, I know that I would be happiest if I was around all of my friends but I really feel like being alone sometime. And, on top of that, my computer with all of my pictures and work and everything else that I've collected over the past two years crashed. So, Im basically having to start over again from scratch. Um, its not that bad, but it is just kind of a reminder of how frivolous everything can be. When I was in high school I got into a habit of moving and having to just pick up and start over again in a new town. But, I've been here in Tucson for three years now...going on my fourth. My life has become pretty solitary. And, I like the consistency of being familiar in my environment, knowing lots of people, having places that I can sort of call my own. But, I miss excitement. That's why I like meeting new people or hanging out with people that I haven't seen in a while.

I don't know, this whole posting thing is kinda silly. And reading back on my journal, Im just reminded of how silly I can be. A thought captured in time can be portrayed a thousand different ways. And to think...people will read my livejournal and take what I say to heart. If they don't know me, they'll read what I say and think that I'm completely serious and genuine in everyting I write.

If anyone feels neglected by me...I'm sorry. I've been really scattered and busy lately. I'm working A LOT lately and I'm taking 16 units. OH and model UN too....yeah I'm still doing that. Um, come visit me at work(epic cafe).

-Ryan

Mon, 17 Jul 2006 15:21:07 GMT

Lots o' Fun down in the busiest bee of them all.

Rory drove.

The company.

The Cannonball!

streets of bisbee.

Team yoga. Brass angels. Butthole ghost!

Rory was pathetic on the stairs with his gimpy legs.

so we went all the way to Bisbee just to sit on a porch and drink beer. This was our view from the porch and also where we spotted Lottatittee Bighair!!!

And then we stayed in a haunted house!!

Look! Orbs!!!

Wait....what's that!!!

IT'S THE GHOST OF NAT ANDERSON! OH SKEET SKEET!

Maraya was very scared by the ghosts! FUCK OFF GHOSTS! FUCK OFF RIGHT NOW!

So. we found a few ghosts but we need to go back so we can stay at the Shady Del and eat at Dot's Diner.

-Ryan

Mon, 19 Jun 2006 18:06:17 GMT

...I'm listening to The Postal Service again.

You laugh but I know for a fact that all of you do it too. You do it in the solace of your cars or over headphones but everyone gets all nostalgic and emotional (at least once every three months). We all want that idealistic feeling that Ben Gibbard makes sound so obtainable. haha.

Uh. Yeah. OK. Cool. Um.

Livejournal is lame (I might as well keep this whole post as stereotypical as possible).

This

is

really

annoying

when

people

do shit .like this.

we all kinda want to be e.e. cummings but its not going to happen. And people who love Sylvia Plath piss me off. She was a nut job who wrote kryptic poems and stuck her head in an oven to kill herself....

sorry, just something I needed to get off my chest.

ok. now I get to write a paper explaining how the world would be better off if everyone had nukes!

Sat, 03 Jun 2006 15:14:14 GMT

I wish every hour of the day was filled with Arizona sunsets and the smell of old books and rain. I think I could live in a place like that.

Fri, 28 Apr 2006 15:47:18 GMT

I thought it could be perfect.

...I wish it could've been.

Thu, 27 Apr 2006 04:39:44 GMT

1. Got off work early.
2. Met up with my new sweet bike gang.
3. Ate good guacamole and drank a Corona.
4. Broke into an old elementary school playground.
5. Pretended to be chased away by the cops with my sweet bike gang.
6. Sitting at epic working on homework and prepping for finals.

...I needed tonight.

Tue, 18 Apr 2006 18:06:29 GMT

I wish this semester would end so I can have a weekend to relax. Then I'll start into summer school!!! YAY!!

Thu, 30 Mar 2006 16:02:38 GMT

I've grown a greater appreciation for love songs recently. I used to always listen to them and feel that I was lying to myself about how much I could connect with them. The lyrics would be catchy and fun. I'd sing along until a line about love came up. I just couldn't justify faking that I'd ever been in love. I can sing along now.

...anyways. This is kind of a pointless post but I haven't posted in such a long time and felt that it was necessary to do so.

-Ryan

"nother hard day at the office"

Mon, 13 Feb 2006 23:52:35 GMT

So much homework....
So much responsibilities....
It's taking a tole.

But I am going to Boston on Wednesay and I won't be back until Tuesday. I also wanted to let everyone know this so if you try calling and I don't pick up....I have a good excuse this time.

I'll be at the office a.k.a. epic tonight doing homework.

-Ryan

Mon, 06 Feb 2006 17:53:15 GMT

Damage is done.

Two sets of swollen eyes.
cold hands, running nose, freazing face and watering eyes

Campbell is beautiful at 3:00

New Day.
Page 1.

Sun, 05 Feb 2006 16:52:26 GMT

YAY! teehee!

Mon, 30 Jan 2006 23:53:58 GMT

So
believe it or not
I'm happy.

Again my right nuckle is cut
I didn't do it to myself this time.
But, I am so glad that it is
this way.
I have been finding many reasons
these days
to be a better person
a happier person
a
nicer
person.

Unfortunately, I want to close myself off.
This is for precautionary purposes
in that I am tired of being hurt.
*this is a general statement so don't read anything personal into it*

I am eternally open
to those who
I open myself up to.

redundency rocks by the way.

ok, I'm going to go
before I get gushy.
-Ryan

GO TO HELL

Wed, 25 Jan 2006 19:33:31 GMT

I can't believe I'm writing this again but....

PLEASE DON'T TALK TO ME. ANYONE.

there, now I feel much better.

oh and don't take offense. I just hate everyone from time to time and most likely its not you.

Wed, 11 Jan 2006 18:12:43 GMT

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hehe.

class has ass in it.

hehe.

Mon, 09 Jan 2006 21:44:18 GMT

.
.
I might have made the claim that I hate all people who have someone...but I recant when I say that seeing some people together kinda gives me hope.

Not everyone though.
I see some people together that just makes me shriek out loud, "What the Fuck?!".

You'd think through twenty years that I would have seen every mismatched couple possible but yet I am constantly reminded of my persistant state of loneliness and pathetic lack of confidence.

However, I am often given small glimpses of hope.

They may be fleating but they're enough to bring a smile to my face.

I'll smile untill I find someone who brings constant dimples.

oh..

and tell whoever is sending me junk mail that promises to enlarge my penis to go fuck themselves.

seriously, its not helping.

Wed, 04 Jan 2006 22:17:08 GMT

All yous people who have someone....well to hell wit ya!

yeah, I'm lonely. SO WHAT!!!
I'll sit and drink coffee by my lonesome if I want.

Please don't look at me.
Don't talk about me.
And for fuck's sake don't talk to me.

Soon school will give me a purpose to be shut off from everyone and perceptions of those who stare will be that I'm way to busy to be social.

So be it.

On a lighter note..

I...uh...love everyone.

Mon, 12 Dec 2005 16:57:28 GMT

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.
WTF!?!

Grandpa Woodstock is back in town.

Thu, 08 Dec 2005 16:50:04 GMT

I'm smiling a lot more lately.

But my dreams still have the tendency of haunting me.

This, I am tired of. Why can I be content in my normal day and desire and laugh and lust and appreciate...

but in my dreams I'm traped

JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!!! STOP COLLECTING THE FRAGMENTS!!!

Sun, 27 Nov 2005 06:44:09 GMT

Cutest little guy ever.

Scottsdale was fun, especially seeing my half sister and her husband and kid.

I also ran into Josh while he was working at a gas station in Scottsdale. Extremely random and awesome.

Fri, 25 Nov 2005 23:07:23 GMT

so, I've been kinda reclusive lately from everyone.
But, I've been spending some great quality time with my dad.

ps. I'm in love with Chicago. The people there are so nice. And I've never seen more wool on people in my entire life. They're all so amazing when they're bundled up and freezing.

...anyways

I got back from Chicago and the next day took my mom and sister to the airport. My dad and I fixed a thanksgiving dinner with all the trimmins'. We washed the car today.

I haven't had a cigarette in three days. They say that if you can go seven days you can kick the physical addiction.

But, right now I want one more than every because my elbow is all bloody, my ribs are sore, and my hips is bruised and scraped.
And, its all because of my own stupid fucking fault. God damn fixed gears!!!! *shakes fist like an irish man*

eh, whatever.

Tomorrow I'm going to see my half sister up in Phoenix and then on Sunday my mom and lil sister come home.

Lots of good family time.

alright, bye y'all.

Fri, 04 Nov 2005 18:05:30 GMT

This summer...

bike ride to the Grand Canyon

I need some kind of goal, something to look forward to.

I'm tired of waking up every morning and checking my phone to see if I've miss a call or a text message.

My phone doesn't even say hello.

I quit smoking and start training come winter.

-Ryan

Thu, 27 Oct 2005 03:42:58 GMT

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This is what I've been up to...

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yeah, so y'all should come by Pat Foley's gallery opening. thats where these will be.

Friday
5-8
@ 6th ave. and Broadway

Mon, 24 Oct 2005 16:24:38 GMT

.

Jesus, I'm loosing my fucking grip on sanity.
I can't go on much longer having these up and down feelings.
I'm seriously giving myself a bi polar disorder.

and now, to put everything into perspective.

I'm thinking about changing my major to creative writing.
I'm going to Chicago in less than a month.
I live on my own.
I made eggs this morning.
I'm fucking lonely as all hell now.
My cup is filling back up.

AND, its only monday.

Sun, 23 Oct 2005 07:17:32 GMT

my right hand is bleeding...

hence fucking today

and eventually tomorrow