this is my night.
September 10th, 2011 § Leave a Comment
it’s friday night.
so it’s barely midnight and i’m already alone in my room while everyone on campus is out getting drunk, having tons of fun, and doing stuff with their friends. granted, i’m not going to lie and say i didn’t imbibe tonight, because i did. i drank some awful wine [a lot of awful wine] out of a secondary container [a red plastic cup] and walked around campus with my friends. then they all just kinda went off to do their own thing. i got invited to do stuff but i decided my room was…safer? <— i guess?
i sort of just feel like i’d bring them down. once again, this is all part of this depression bullshit. [sorry for swearing so much, mom] i don’t feel like myself. i was having fun earlier [i think] but as soon as everyone was gone i was like…well now i just have myself and that sucks. like, being by myself doesn’t scare me or anything. i’m not afraid of being alone or that i’ll do something stupid. i’m just not a fan of being alone with my thoughts.
i didn’t used to be afraid of my thoughts. and it isn’t like my thoughts scare me in a literal “terror” sense, it is more of the fact that i don’t like what my brain is capable of as it’s own entity. my brain just kind of does it’s own thing when i’m by myself where it justifies things and makes me feel awful about other things. i just want my brain to be like…a normal functional brain that doesn’t make me awful. there has to be something for that.
i’m a dweller.
i dwell on things. i over-think things. it is just who i am. i’m not proud of it, i’m not happy about it, but i’ve learned to accept that it is just part of my personality. and…now i completely forgot where my brain was going with that thought. i drank too much tonight. [once again, i'm sorry mom].
but good news, jack’s mannequin just came on pandora and now i’m crying.
this was a mistake.
yeah, writing this was a bad idea. sorry internet. sorry friends. sorry mom.
-the lumberjack
commit this to memory.
August 22nd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
lgfuad.
so i’ve been listening to a lot of motion city soundtrack recently and i realized i have the same connection with them as i do with brand new. each one of motion city’s albums strikes me in a different way, almost like it is speaking to a different part of my soul. then i remember i don’t have a soul and move on with my life.
on to more de-pressing matters.
i’m finding more and more that i have nothing important to say about things. not to toot my own horn or dick ride myself, but i like to consider myself something of an intelligent dude but as i age i feel like my grip on current events and my thoughts is just sort of slipping. i mean, i’m not getting stupid, i’m just getting lazy. [i hope]
this apparently happens to everyone.
i was talking to my dear friend and boss, nick r., and he told me he went through the same sort of from when he turned 20 to the present, which bums me out cause apparently it gets worse. we were standing at work and i asked him if he ever had sweet internal monologues with himself about life and what he thought about things and he looked at me real sad only to respond with a “yeah dude. but it just kind of went away one day.”
my first instinct was to blame gamestop because that made sense. we both work there. but it isn’t gamestop’s fault.
i don’t know what i’m going to do to fix my brain.
someone asked me how i felt about something that was vaguely important the other day, and you know what i did? i lied to them. i made a bunch of really impressive sentences with some intellectual sounding words, and they totally bought it. i felt kind of dirty for lying to someone about something they clearly wanted my opinion on, but that was my first response. that was what my brain naturally went to.
my brain has become an awful muck of stupid.
so why did i write this post?
i honestly couldn’t tell you. i really don’t even know why i bothered all of you with this problem. i can’t fix it. you can’t fix it. only time will tell if i can become the intellectual i used to be, rather than the pseudo-intellectual piece of trash i am now.
sorry for being all depressed, internet.
- the lumberjack
big news.
March 3rd, 2011 § Leave a Comment
this is kind of exciting.
so i’ve been offered a spot as a contributor for another blog —> the indie star <— and i took it.
what this means.
this means i’ll be doing some work for them, but i will not be shutting down this site. what i think i might do is start actively searching for people to work for my site because more opinions than mine might be useful/appreciated/refreshing.
so if any of you are looking to be creative or just let people know what you think about things political/nerdy or whatever, just let me know. send me an email at —> theindielumberjack@gmail.com
hoping to hear from some fresh faces with some interesting views.
- the lumberjack
thoughts of a college junior – the prologue.
September 20th, 2010 § Leave a Comment
i’m a junior.
and that is terrifying. i’ve been going to virginia wesleyan college for over two years now and it has been a roller-coaster since day one. literally. stupid things have been happening since the first day i got to this school. i’ve had friendships come and go, been lied to, been betrayed, had rumors spread about me, and closed the door on some people for probably the rest of my life.
some good things have happened of course: i met kelly, started working at gamestop, figured out what i want to do with my life, and met two of my best friends. i’ve had nights i’ll never forget and nights i can’t remember. i’ve tried new things, done things i shouldn’t have, and i’ve made sure to not regret anything i’ve done thus far.
this is going to be a three or four part series probably about virginia wesleyan, my adventures, and my feelings about the school and what i’m going to do to prepare for my senior year…which is next year…


