the truth of the lie

RIP AJ Boik 9/20/93 - 7/20/12
I never know what to put here. It usually ends up being some half-true stuff about myself that's been written in less than 30 seconds, but here goes nothing.
I'm a runner and a swimmer, biker and a laxer. I'm 19 and live in Colorado New Mexico (but my heart remains in my home state). I'm a senior in high school freshman at New Mexico Tech for petroleum and mechanical engineering, in IB former IB kid (yes, slightly masochistic), and really, I'm a smart kid, I'm just a perpetual slacker. I have one true best friend(?), and despite my numerous relationships, I am doomed to always (eventually) being single. I lead a fairly happy life, although most of the time that's just a façade to cover the uncertainty that clouds my life. Uncertainty that nearly nobody knows about, all because I have become emotionally removed from all that happens around me. The only place that I speak freely is in my head, just because of some disconnect somewhere between my brain and mouth/pen/keys. I have never truly been able to communicate what I really want, but I guess this will be as close as I can get.
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Shit I Like

60 hour work week, Day 5 (Stardate 92244.75): I eat so much when I’m working (rather than unemployed). Today’s foodstuffs go as follows (chronologically): PBJ, bowl of oatmeal, PBJ, granola bar, slice of supreme pizza, bowl of seasoned pasta, half a chicken flatbread sub, two slices of pumpkin pie, Greek yogurt, grapes, peanuts, homemade pizza, and ice cream (thus so far). I’ll probably eat more.

Also, I’m quickly losing what little sanity I have left. Sunday is the light at the end of the tunnel.

60 hour work week, Day 4 (Stardate 92241.84): I find our electrical engineer saying to me that “it’s nice to see someone back who actually knows what they’re doing” a far better compliment than both my managers telling me that I’m doing a great job and they appreciate my work.

60 hour work week, Day 3 (Stardate 92239.11): On Wednesdays, we wear pink.

That is all.

The feel of humid bedsheets rivals the loathsome unpleasantness of wet socks.

60 hour work week, Day 2 (Stardate 92236.43): Biking to work at three in the morning is quite possibly the best decision I’ve made with my life recently.

Getting a flat on the way home, however, was not.






I lost it at the Swedish Chef. Goddamn it.

Me too.

Holy hell I’m crying

60 hour work week, Day 1 (Stardate 92233.69): Accidentally set my alarm for 2:30 PM rather than 2:30 AM. Awoke at 5:30, which caused me to arrive at work nearly three hours later than intended.


#ShowerBeer? Nah, #ShowerPeachMilkshake. Switching things up today before I have to wake up at 2am tomorrow to start my long week.

#milkshake = #love #shower #longhairdontcare

I’m trying to psych myself up for this 60 hour work week. So far, it’s not working.



Peggy Oki, Queen of the Z-Boys.
The only female woman to grace the Zephyr skate team.







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