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I'm going back through some of my old LJ entries, and I keep thinking "That was NOT a year ago." It all seems like yesterday. I remember perfectly the day I had a bad hangover, came home from school, watched Fast Times at Ridgemont High, and ate pizza bites. I remember burning the roof of my mouth because I cooked the pizza bites for too long. So how was that a year ago? How?
And I liked the exact same things then as I do now, too. I quote from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," I rave about Rocky Horror, watch Sid and Nancy, listen to Pink Floyd. One entry even talks about how I've liked Pink Floyd for a year--and that itself was a year ago! I use the same phrases, like "when I get my lazy ass around to it," or "scarier than a kid with a sheet on his head."
So how am I not a totally different person now? I think people should go a one-eighty every six months or so; why don't I? I guess I need to go buy some hackysacks and a Bob Marley t-shirt and be a hippie for a while.
(Yes! This entry successfully killed twenty minutes. Only forty until I can leave for Dan's house and not show up ridiculously early!)
And I liked the exact same things then as I do now, too. I quote from "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock," I rave about Rocky Horror, watch Sid and Nancy, listen to Pink Floyd. One entry even talks about how I've liked Pink Floyd for a year--and that itself was a year ago! I use the same phrases, like "when I get my lazy ass around to it," or "scarier than a kid with a sheet on his head."
So how am I not a totally different person now? I think people should go a one-eighty every six months or so; why don't I? I guess I need to go buy some hackysacks and a Bob Marley t-shirt and be a hippie for a while.
(Yes! This entry successfully killed twenty minutes. Only forty until I can leave for Dan's house and not show up ridiculously early!)