April 6, 2006

• "The Dreamer, the unwoken fool, in dreams, no pain will kiss the brow. The love of ages fills the head. The days that linger there in prey of emptiness, of burned out dreams. The minutes calling through the years. The universal dreamer rises up above his earthly burden. Journey to the dead of night, high on a hill in Eldorado."

  
  

   

  
  

  Alright, I stopped smoking. I'm pretty sure of it. Tonight marks three months without a cigarette.

  
  

   

  
  

  It was a lot easier to quit than I thought. of course I wouldn't have been able to quit if I were still living in an apartment with my best friend... then again, life in that apartment off of Chowning was a compilation of several bad decisions made one after another.

  
  

   

  
  

  Not a day goes by when I look back on that 7-month period of time and regret most of the choices I made. Oh... let's make a list of things I will pride myself in never doing again:

  
  

   

  
  

  
  
  1. Doing poorly in school
  
  
  2. Getting academic suspension
  
  
  3. Hosting my own parties
  
  
  4. Participating in drinking games while watching Kurt Russell movies or Nickelodeon G&S
  
  
  5. Playing a video game for literally 30-hours  straight
  
  
  6. Laying about all day
  
  
  7. Spending more than an hour talking to the cashier at 7-11 at 3am
  
  
  8. Letting dishes sit in the sink for a month

  
  

  It's safe to say that it was quite a learning experience at the duplex. I still catch myself driving all the way back to that last cul-de-sac from time to time just to help replay the memories in my head. The lessons I learned from that place have helped trasform me into the person I am today; whether or not the Taylor Wilson from right now is any better than the Taylor Wilson from a year ago is as much a judgement of yours as it is mine.

  
  

   

  
  

  There are lots of things I will miss from that apartment, too, but to talk of them would be to incorporate a bunch of inside jokes that no one reading this would probably understand, and personally, inside jokes are retarded.

  
  

   

  
  

  Any way, this post was for you, Duplex.

  
  

   

  
  

   

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