monotoneous.
two kids sit in front of me in intro to art today.
one a boy- obviously gay- the other a girl.
both are dressed in pseudo emo clothing; hollister re-vamped if you will.
i think to myself "aw. how cute. that's me when i was a freshman."
then, the clincher, the girl says "thank you for letting me borrow your book" & hands the boy his crisp copy (i even noticed some underlining of important passages) of the perks of being a wallflower.
life is just the same thing over & over again, only at different times and to different people.
one a boy- obviously gay- the other a girl.
both are dressed in pseudo emo clothing; hollister re-vamped if you will.
i think to myself "aw. how cute. that's me when i was a freshman."
then, the clincher, the girl says "thank you for letting me borrow your book" & hands the boy his crisp copy (i even noticed some underlining of important passages) of the perks of being a wallflower.
life is just the same thing over & over again, only at different times and to different people.