i guess this is growing up.
last night we sat around a bonfire with plastic cups full of cheap wine and talked about how weird it feels to be halfway done with college. and how scary real life seems when you're twenty years old with an impractical major and little in the way of ambition. but even if we had direction, what would there be to look forward to? the here and now is haphazard but it feels right. and even though my perspective is limited i really can't imagine things being any way but the way they are right now. someday i will look back on this and marvel at my shortsightedness or realize just how perfect everything was. maybe both. i guess if there's a time to be directionless, it's now. because as formative as these years are, so much is inconsequential. and we're lucky to be able to make the mistakes we do.
summer is, for all intents and purposes, over. the thought of fall makes me sad. i had so much these past few months. and i know all that isn't really gone, but things will never be as they are right now again.
playlist: all these things i've done, the killers ; good things, sleater-kinney ; all things ordinary, the anniversary ; get me naked two: electric bugaloo, minus the bear ; am i wrong, brand new ; we wrote this down, limbeck ; cheated hearts, the yeah yeah yeahs.
summer is, for all intents and purposes, over. the thought of fall makes me sad. i had so much these past few months. and i know all that isn't really gone, but things will never be as they are right now again.
playlist: all these things i've done, the killers ; good things, sleater-kinney ; all things ordinary, the anniversary ; get me naked two: electric bugaloo, minus the bear ; am i wrong, brand new ; we wrote this down, limbeck ; cheated hearts, the yeah yeah yeahs.