- ar·che·type
- Pronunciation:
- \ˈär-ki-ˌtīp\
1: the original pattern or model of which all things of the same type are representations or copies : prototype ; also : a perfect example
2: an inherited idea or mode of thought in the psychology of C. G. Jung that is derived from the experience of the race and is present in the unconscious of the individual
with that being said.
the last two months have brought a change in lifestyle. graduated. started working for a large company doing what i want to be doing, making good money. i bought a new car. have a new growing physique from working out. i feel good about my life and myself. so how about a new blog. i found in my old one that i was censoring myself. that wont be the case here. welcome to the soul of the new machine.
where to start now. how about work. it consumes most of my hours these days. and i work with a new group of people. being that its is a mexican food company. everyone speaks spanish. so im kinda learning. i work in the lab with one guy named frank. frank makes me so sad. he's 35. looks still like he's 25. and has absolutely no life whatsoever. plays video games. alone. goes to the movies alone. thats all he does. to each there own ya know, but i just want to pick him up and shake the fuck out of him. enjoy life. live for fucks sake. we invite him to do shit all the time and he just wont. i asked him the other day. "what do you want out of your life frank". he replied "oh the usuall stuff, a wife, a family, a house". so i asked him. "what are you doing to get those things." to that he had no answer. i want to help him. but he wont have it. you cant help the helpless i guess. i dunno why i started talking about that.
this weekend im looking forward to. tomorrow night im going to the beach with my dear friend haley. im so enfatuated with the smell of ocean air and the coldness that the shore brings. thats when i feel the most high on life. the beach/ocean is such a powerful beautiful force. so im also going there saturday for the fourth of july too. with my best friend kristina. i wish she lived here so we could hang out more. ive never had a dull time with her.
2: an inherited idea or mode of thought in the psychology of C. G. Jung that is derived from the experience of the race and is present in the unconscious of the individual
with that being said.
the last two months have brought a change in lifestyle. graduated. started working for a large company doing what i want to be doing, making good money. i bought a new car. have a new growing physique from working out. i feel good about my life and myself. so how about a new blog. i found in my old one that i was censoring myself. that wont be the case here. welcome to the soul of the new machine.
where to start now. how about work. it consumes most of my hours these days. and i work with a new group of people. being that its is a mexican food company. everyone speaks spanish. so im kinda learning. i work in the lab with one guy named frank. frank makes me so sad. he's 35. looks still like he's 25. and has absolutely no life whatsoever. plays video games. alone. goes to the movies alone. thats all he does. to each there own ya know, but i just want to pick him up and shake the fuck out of him. enjoy life. live for fucks sake. we invite him to do shit all the time and he just wont. i asked him the other day. "what do you want out of your life frank". he replied "oh the usuall stuff, a wife, a family, a house". so i asked him. "what are you doing to get those things." to that he had no answer. i want to help him. but he wont have it. you cant help the helpless i guess. i dunno why i started talking about that.
this weekend im looking forward to. tomorrow night im going to the beach with my dear friend haley. im so enfatuated with the smell of ocean air and the coldness that the shore brings. thats when i feel the most high on life. the beach/ocean is such a powerful beautiful force. so im also going there saturday for the fourth of july too. with my best friend kristina. i wish she lived here so we could hang out more. ive never had a dull time with her.
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