Fuck planning
Well, it was just another weekend of packing up and getting onto the road once more. We left Fort Worth Sunday Morning. The plan was to get here on Monday (Ponchatoula), spend a few days with Patrick here. Then mom was to pick us up on Thursday and was suppose to head to the Seawolves game on Friday (might I add that it is the last game of the hockey season) and then spend the weekend at Jeremy and Karen's. But as usual, my plans get messed up some way or how. We still get to go back home to Mississippi and spend the weekend at Jeremy's but no Seawolves....god damn it. I have only been to once game this season..now I have to wait till next year. Oh well, guess things are suppose to happen for a reason. I am so sick of planning things and them not working out. And thats all I have done all my life, plan, plan, plan. By the age of 12 I had my whole life planned out. But of course things don't work like that. There always seem to be that one road bump on the way that sends you off in another direction. I have had it though. I believe from this day on I just may go with the live each day as it is your last. Just see where the fuck life takes you. I mean, of course there is nothing wrong with that, I just always had animosity toward the idea. I always had believed that if you didn't have any idea or "plan" to what you were going to do in life, that you would end up no where. But lately I have noticed that it just may not work as I thought it would. So, I am going to give it a chance. Just me living my life day to day. Goodbye cruel "planned" world I use to have.





