For some reason my ears are extremely sensitive in this moment, and I'm hearing instruments previously ignored as my computer shuffles it's way through my itunes library. Stange, stange, strange.
Two days of school have passed, with both encouraging and discouraging news, classes, teachers, all of that fun stuff. Every one is telling me to just have a good attitude, buckle down and steer straight through the last year, with my studies on my mind, and every now and then I wonder how I became so negative in regards to high school. It's a small deal, but some where along the way I stopped joking about the silliness of it all, and started believing myself.
I even find it obnoxious, so I know those around me do too. I can groan and moan and raise my eye brows and blow the whole thing off if I want to, but it just causes more and more chaos, so all I really want to do is coast. Lay on my back for a little while. Float. The sun. Chicago. Stuff like that. Good things. Things that I like.
It's not going to be the case, though. There are other things that must happen. For example, lots of reading. It's not that I mind it, because I don't, it's just that it takes up so much time that I would rather be spending floating, and being in love, and doing the kinds of things that make me feel so happy that I just might explode.
Countdown to 18: 85 days.
1 comment:
hey poophead. thanks for telling me that you got a new blog thing, poophead.
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