Mexican labor built much of the railroad...

And I've learned from my class that the tracks had to be extremely straight, otherwise the train would derail and shit would happen. It's like I keep working on one part of the track, only to find I neglected another section and the train is one click away from hitting that strip and derailing.

Friday night I told someone some shit while I was drunk that I shouldn't have. But then again, my mother says that drunks and children tell the truth. So maybe it was something I always wanted to blurt out. It probably was...in fact, I know it is. It's because I'm jealous. Jealous that I was a minute long occupation while everyone else seems to be a career for you. That's all it is, jealousy. But some shit is just better left unsaid.

Better left unsaid. That goes out to someone else though. Someone else who I just forgot about what they said during break and really got to me so I stopped talking to them. Then one day realized how dumb it was to cut them off, took them to dinner, and then goes and says to someone else something I said. Jeez, I don't tell anyone the shit you tell me, why you gotta go and say that stuff? I just want to be able to talk to you like before.

Yesterday was good. Why can't everyday be like yesterday. A little treasonous, but still good. Very good. My family puts a smile on my face. Except when my sister calls me at 7 in the morning to tell me what she ate for breakfast. Not cool loca. Seriously though, my family is great. I miss them sometimes, mostly when I'm walking out the door of their house, realizing to some degree that I'm not as near to them as I want to be.

There's the good and the bad. Maybe with a little bit more effort, I can get through all this with a smile on my face. Work, school, family and finances are all fine. Somehow, I'll get through this minor shit of friends, even if I wouldn't cut it as a railroad worker.

Glycerine - Bush