Other People’s Versions of You

Open each book, one at a time
find the pictures and remember why
things were so good
things weren’t all bad
We did not know
what would come after that

Read each verse, quote each  one
they’re just the words, in webs that I have spun
we were all young
we were afraid
where did you go
I’m so alone these days

I see other people’s versions of you

Finding the time, crafting some hook
I think of you as someone that someone took
I can’t be good
without what’s right
that’s what you were
Now you’re gone and I fight

I see other people’s versions of you
They’re so lucky, they don’t know it’s true
You’ll be someone that they know and love
Will you wonder what I have become
I can’t I call you when I don’t know what to do
I see other people’s versions of you

My reflection in the bottle is bold
I believe that my stories been told
There’s a verdict swinging in my mind
It erases things I wish that I could find

I see other people’s versions of you
They’re so lucky, they don’t know it’s true
You’ll be someone that they know and love
Will you wonder what I have become
I can’t I call you when I don’t know what to do
I see other people’s versions of you

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Adam does New Jersey!

       Sorry I haven’t poster, things have been hectic lately.  I got back from my business trip on Sunday night around 11:30pm, so yesterday I was pretty much dead weight.  But lets start at the begininning.  I was heading off to the Starlight Tattoo Biggest Tatto Expo in the World.  I woul dbe promotin Universal Precuation and Red Cross safety.  The trip has been in the planning stages forever, so it was great to finally get the load off of my shoulders.  I met up with Gayle (my co-worker) at the airport and we waited patiently to board our miniscule express jet.  Not a good time.  When we finally arrived in Jersey we realized the hotel we booked was not even by the convention center.  to make the hotel worse, an air conditioner blew up on Saturday night cause my floor to be evacuated do to an electrical fire or somethine lame!

    The convention itself was fairly tolerable.  there were several highly attractive guys there so it was well worth it for the eye candy alone, including Louie, who was a piercer and had a booth across from ours.  He was from California and generally just made me smile every time I saw him.  My companion on the trip provided me with some entertainment as we dished about work and co-workers of course.  I even managed to track down an Uno’s in Jersey where I got familiar with the servers and was told that people from the mid-west talk incredibly slow. 

     I was ready to come home by Sunday evening however it seemed the gods were against us.  Our plane had to taxi for and hour and twenty minutes before taking off and I was forced to sit in front of two high school girls who were reading text books outloud.  If that wasn’t bad enough, one of them busted out a hardboiled egg as a snack.  The smell was horrendous.  The girls were incredibly annoying and as I attempted to escape their stupid chatter with my iPod I was horrified to see that it was dead.  In a risky move, I turned to the girls who had a laptop and asked them if I could plug my iPod into it.  They agreed, then stole a bunch of my music.  Oh well, I least I got to ignore them for the rest of the trip.

   All in all I’d say it was a cool trip.  I got to walk the streets of  Jersey and experience just how rude the east coast really is.  I am glad ot be back though, and I think the trip helped me appreciate some people who I’ve been spending lots of time with lately.  Here’s to being home and keeping our Shetlands safe!

some quick thoughts…..

– I am a substance abuser.  This isn’t something I see changing anytime soon.

– I don’t have any really close friends.  Nothings seems consistent when it comes to me and relationships.

– I am heading to New Jersey on thursday for a tattoo convention.  I will be promoting American Red Cross online training courses, specifically a course called “Universal Precautions for Tattoo Artists and Body Piercers.

– I work too much to have a normal social life, and when I do get to be social I am boring and quiet because I just want to relax and be lazy.

– I miss being included in things.  I have become a loner.

– I have been trying to meet new people who are eligible for me to date.  So far, I’ve only met one such person.

– I have 3 gentlemen surrounding me who I am interested in, 1 of them won’t happen ever, 1 of them would be too much drama to happen and one of them I seem to be failing at connecting with. 

– I am poor. 

Margaritas, Kings Island and couples in denial.

While Brittney’s weekend experience at the VMA’s might have been horrible, my weekend experience was amazing.  Friday was a low key work night at Uno’s.  We weren’t very busy, but I found myself keeping occupied and helping out worthy co-workers.  After I was done I enjoyed a few margaritas with an old friend, Erin Brown.  The two of us could make of each other all night long and think it was the funniest thing in the world.

Saturday brought an early rise as I headed to my friend Kristine’s house so we could go to Kings Island.  I stopped at the bank on the way and found myself incredibly annoyed.  Why do people go through the drive thru bank window if they don’t even have the appropriate deposit or withdrawn slip already filled out?  Go inside if you need to do the slip!  The drive-thru should be speedy and efficient, not gas wasting and park worthy.  To the woman in her outdated mini-van, be embarrassed that after stalling me by filling out the forms in your car the teller still wouldn’t give you money cause you were over-drawn.  I continued to Kristine’s and still managed to get there a half hour before departure.  Oh well.

The drive to Kings Island was accompanied by old time hip-hop music with such favorites as “You don’t have to take your clothes off to have a good time”.  Upon arriving, I flet tears run down my face as I noticed they no longer use the old parking system where you could park in Yogi 5 or Pebbles 6.  In fact, Nickelodeon has officially taken over the park.  It’s depressing.  I know it’s been Nicktoons for a while there, but some of the old Hannah Barberra stuff still lingered.  Now, even the carosel wher you could ride Dino or some other old time cartoon has been replaced by a carosel with sponge bob and the rugrats.  Disgusting.  the only remanents of the old days are Scooby Doo items.  Sob!!!

The park wasn’t too crowded which was a relief.  What wasn’t a relief were my shorts.  Upon getting in line for the Vortex we decided we needed some beer.  Yes, the park now has beer stands.  I went for my wallet, but my zipper broke.  I had 4 people clammering around my ass, pokign and prodding and trying to undo the stuck zipper.  It was more action then I’ve ever had.  The solution came in the form of a safety pin used as leverage.  Good call Kristine.  All the rides were amazing, except I missed the new ride because someone puked on it and they shut it down, and the new Italian Job ride which was as fun as a 3rd grade play.  The little bit of rain we got didn’t hamper our spirits as we found ourselves at the bar inside Bubba Gumps Shrimp Shack.  When all else fail, drink!

The weirdest part about the trip were Kristine’s two friends we met up with.  They were both 34 and claimed to be dating, though it was such an odd feeling.  The girl was clearly a lesbian and she was flirting with Kristine and Tiffany.  The guy was prancing around after a few beers and clamoring over me so I was pretty sure the couple was just really trying to deny they’re antural selves by clinging to each other.  Interesting.  I would have been utterly terrified, but he was kind of cute.

The ride home was long and tiring and by the time I hit my bed I was dead asleep.  I awoke refreshed and ran errands, cleaned house and got a pitcher of beer with my mom.  We then proceeded over to Ruby Tuesday’s where our server was a total dork.  My moma nd I joked about him and had a good time.  It’s good to do low key things with her.  I also discussed joining a bowling league with her.  It could be fun.  That about covers it though.  Time to get back to work. 

I absolutely hate my job.  It’s just not interesting.  I don’t care about teaching people CPR, I don’t like the people in my office and I don’t like spending my whole day doing absolutely nothing that makes me smile.  It’s supposed to be all exciting when you have your first real job.  I am finally using my degree, but only for my qualifications.  There is literally no thinking involved in what I do.  It’s horrible.  And the people.  I don’t enjoy seeing a single one of them.  No body is fun or exciting or has good stories to tell.  They’re all just going through the motions and being extremely bizzare while doing so.  I called in sick today because A) I had a hang over and B) I just couldn’t bare the thought of sitting in my office all day staring at my computer and wanting to leave.  This isn’t the way to live.  This isn’t right.  This isn’t what I want from life.