supposition - thoughts for this morning

I suppose one day I'll be married and have kids. It seems inevitable. the way I suppose that I'll die one day. It's one of those things.

I have no clue when and where it'll happen. Maybe I'll buy some underwear at Target when it happens. Maybe I'll have my feet dangling off a building when it happens.

This contractor my parents hired to remodel the kitchen. . . my parents are getting fed-up with him.

Watched the X Games Women's Street Skating final. It was good. Now I'm watching the men's street preliminaries.


Don't know what i'm going to do today, saturday. we're not working today, my dad and I.

still excited for school orientation. it's in a couple of weeks.

i think i'll read today. write some more.

yesterday, my friends invited me to hang out with them. i declined. i don't feel like hanging out with them. i don't fee like doing the same shit over and over again with them. i don't feel like hanging out around some of those people. i just don't. i'm sick of some of them. not my main friends, the subsidiary ones. some of those guys i actually dislike. some of them are assholes - bigger assholes than me. i can't talk to them; we have nothing in common, nor do we have any interest in each others' lives. is it better to suffer through a bad relationship, than to have no relationship at all? sometimes it is.

it's sunny today. that's nice.

saw an old asian lady wearing a floppy pink hat yesterday. saw an old asian man with gray sweatpants up to his armpits (or nearly there).

have you ever had an urge to buy stuff just because you get some money? i have that impulse all the time. stuff i don't even want. like a playstation 4, or a nintendo 3ds. stuff that i won't even use.

i need some t-shirts. i want to start wearing black more often. i think it's my color. goths are misunderstood. i'm not goth. i just like their colors.

need a haircut, but am too lazy. i'm not sure if i want to keep growing a beard or not. growing is not the word i'd use. i don't care about my facial hair. that's a more accurate sentiment of the fact. i don't even notice it until people start pointing it out. "what is that, a beard!" my uncle would say. "growing your hair out? i like it," my aunt would say. my response would be, Am I?

each day is another chance. when you wake up in the morning, you have new energy. use that energy to work towards a goal that day. squandering that energy is sad. the point of life is to work until night, then sleep, and get up the next day to work again.

at least that's how i feel when i'm working.