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It’s definitely a Sunday.
I know because my Mom and Bob are being entirely too productive in the kitchen; this event will no doubt end up evolving into an invitation to eat whatever their labor produced through the course of the afternoon, an offer that I will surely decline, for details that should really concern you about as much as organizing a hunger strike concerns your average citizen of Ethiopia.
It’s Sunday, you call tell. Just the atmosphere through my window gives it away. When I look out there and see my neighbor’s backyard, a blue sky, one breezy palm tree, some white plaster/concrete fences and an eyeful of sparse trees, I just know that there’s a good deal many more kids sitting at home right now, bored as fuck, just like me.
Every day feels a little too much like this. There probably isn’t anything worse for me than committing my energy toward writing a depressing post because the last thing I want from anyone who actually reads these things is sympathy, so I hope whatever I’m trying to say doesn’t come out to be some mess on screen. I don’t need that.
I find myself hanging out with myself a lot lately, I have only myself to blame for that, but I’m not going to because I know that my best friends, the people that know me best, they aren’t within my reach anymore. The car rides, the rehearsal days, and the playing along is adding up. Senior year is such a joke. If I have potential to accomplish anything notable, it pretty much goes without saying that this isn’t the year for it. I really need to graduate. Right now. Cause I enjoy cold weather, but I’ve found it near impossible to mean the same thing when you seldom have other people around you to share it with, save for the cashier working the night shift at the local gas station.
Overall, every day is the same routine for me and it’s definitely getting old, but I know little about what or how I’m capable of changing anything about it. So tonight I’ll probably sit around and watch the World Series, go to the gym and keep my window open the entire day so by night, my room is absolutely/positively and utterly ridiculously freezing. Music is so much better when you’re freezing, to me at least. It just makes it more epic, like it’s actually the soundtrack to whatever it is you’re thinking right then. So basically, my tip to you is to open your window as well and throw on whatever makes your brain tick. Only then you’ll be as cool as I am.
I think in the back of my mind, what I really want to say is that in so many fields of my life right now, I feel like I’m capable of doing so much more, but it’s just incredibly difficult because of circumstance, so I have to settle for routine, day in and day out. Then again, who am I really kidding? Life is pretty much whatever you make it dependent upon the way you look at it. I guess I’ll ultimately be the only one to correct this little problem of mine. There’s an epiphany.
The calendar itself is my enemy. That starts today.
I know because my Mom and Bob are being entirely too productive in the kitchen; this event will no doubt end up evolving into an invitation to eat whatever their labor produced through the course of the afternoon, an offer that I will surely decline, for details that should really concern you about as much as organizing a hunger strike concerns your average citizen of Ethiopia.
It’s Sunday, you call tell. Just the atmosphere through my window gives it away. When I look out there and see my neighbor’s backyard, a blue sky, one breezy palm tree, some white plaster/concrete fences and an eyeful of sparse trees, I just know that there’s a good deal many more kids sitting at home right now, bored as fuck, just like me.
Every day feels a little too much like this. There probably isn’t anything worse for me than committing my energy toward writing a depressing post because the last thing I want from anyone who actually reads these things is sympathy, so I hope whatever I’m trying to say doesn’t come out to be some mess on screen. I don’t need that.
I find myself hanging out with myself a lot lately, I have only myself to blame for that, but I’m not going to because I know that my best friends, the people that know me best, they aren’t within my reach anymore. The car rides, the rehearsal days, and the playing along is adding up. Senior year is such a joke. If I have potential to accomplish anything notable, it pretty much goes without saying that this isn’t the year for it. I really need to graduate. Right now. Cause I enjoy cold weather, but I’ve found it near impossible to mean the same thing when you seldom have other people around you to share it with, save for the cashier working the night shift at the local gas station.
Overall, every day is the same routine for me and it’s definitely getting old, but I know little about what or how I’m capable of changing anything about it. So tonight I’ll probably sit around and watch the World Series, go to the gym and keep my window open the entire day so by night, my room is absolutely/positively and utterly ridiculously freezing. Music is so much better when you’re freezing, to me at least. It just makes it more epic, like it’s actually the soundtrack to whatever it is you’re thinking right then. So basically, my tip to you is to open your window as well and throw on whatever makes your brain tick. Only then you’ll be as cool as I am.
I think in the back of my mind, what I really want to say is that in so many fields of my life right now, I feel like I’m capable of doing so much more, but it’s just incredibly difficult because of circumstance, so I have to settle for routine, day in and day out. Then again, who am I really kidding? Life is pretty much whatever you make it dependent upon the way you look at it. I guess I’ll ultimately be the only one to correct this little problem of mine. There’s an epiphany.
The calendar itself is my enemy. That starts today.