January 2, 1997 12:45 am
Well I have successfully competed the fist day of a new year. There were not too many complications except one by the name of Kelly. I do not believe my love for her is stronger then my love for Val, but then it gets weird. What I don’t know is do I really love Kelly or is it just the feeling that I can be better for her then her so called boyfriend.
Bill and I went to visit Kelly on a night on a night she was working midnights and from what he seen the same look in her eyes when she looked at me. It was the look I get when I look at her.
There is so much I want to do to (can you tell where my mind was when I started to write) for her. As much as I hate to admit it I feel I am ready to grow up, think, and do something about my future.
Sometimes the right song will come on the radio when you need to hear it. Right now James Taylor’s “You Got a Friend” is on and all I can think of is Kelly and subconsciously Val, the two women I love with all my heart.
One thing I do know is my life would make a great book. Actually I just came up with an idea for a magazine article called “Reflections of A Nice Guy” I think I will write this one.
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If I have already explained who Kelly is, then pardon the repeat, seeing how she plays a small role in the beginning of this little saga. Kelly was a girl that I worked with, and was interested in. She was having some trouble with her marriage and would often confide in me. I guess it is that nice guy curse/blessing that I have. What ever it is, that is not point.
She was working New Year’s Eve (1995) and I said I would come up and spend it with her. No one should have to spend New Year by themselves. At the sound of midnight I made the one and only resolution. I would fall in love this year. I thought that person would be Kelly. It was Valarie. I finally understood the saying “Don’t look for love. It will find you.” So do to this day I will not make another New Year’s resolution.
Instead of writing a magazine article, I think I wait 10 years and write a blog. At least I know a blog will get published. It is funny how I came up with that idea so many years ago. Talk about procrastination.
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I procrastinate alot. The reason I believe I do is because I get stressed out easily which leds to panic attacks because I have generalized anxiety. But on the other hand I think it is laziness also. I told myself 2 hours ago I would get a shower and do an assignment for Nutrition....and here I am on this website reading other people's blogs.lol I find this site addicting. I don't make new year's resolution anymore because I never keep them. So that is a smart move for you. lol. It is best to say I will eventually do this...lol Just kidding.
I am here to inform and help:
http://www.progressiveu.org/032913-lupus-uncureable-wait-what
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I have been procrastinating about going back to school and get my Bachelors. It only took my ten plus years to do it.
I have been procrastinating about going back to school and get my Bachelors. It only took my ten plus years to do it. Sorry I did not mean to post it twice please delete. Thanks
I have noticed that alot of posts have posted multiple times. I don't know if it's the site or everyone's computer. So did you finally get your degree and what is it in if you did? I took a year off after highschool..but I had just watched my mother die in the hospital so I really just couldn't go to college 2 months after I graduated because that was when she died. I am taking classes online now though and my next semester is coming up in Aug. I have A's right now in most of my classes. But at least I finally went to college. Everyone told me I never would. But i proved them all wrong.
I am here to inform and help:
http://www.progressiveu.org/032913-lupus-uncureable-wait-what
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I will hopefully get my Bachelors in the next 2 years. I just realized that my job is going no where and I need some thing more. Kids take it from an old fart like me, don't wait until your 40 to finish school.