It Billows!
I really want to write in this thing right now, but while trying I just keep obsessing about the word fecund, the word dour, and thinking about sitting in air conditioning in the summer listening to Bob Dylan and Radiohead and not having anything to do. I miss the sensation of walking at night in the summer, that viscous warm darkness that drapes across ones shoulders and oozes a contrasting sensation of contentment and loneliness. It Billows.
I don't think I'd be ready for snow right now if it were to drop, but I hope it does. It necessarily must snow at least once more before I leave high-school. On the subject of leaving, I feel now as though I have a timer for everything before high school is over, as if I'm chained to a moving walkway at the airport slowly approaching some great dark mass, (perhaps a cave in or sink hole). The seniors (which for my minds purpose were conglomerated into one person) are shackled at a reasonable interval in front of me. I'm operating with this mentality, and I hate it. Theres really no reason I should be feeling like I have to make the best of high school before it dashes away, because life does persist after that point. I also don't really have the right to worry about this in the public domain while so many others with a heightened version of the problem loom.
I'm going to see Bela Fleck this Sunday, should be quite awesome. I'm also looking forward to the Godzilla club meeting. I'm embarassed to say i don't think I've seen the terror of Mecha Godzilla, but thats soon to be remedied. Perhaps I'll bring my guide to Godzilla movies so we can settle any debates that happen to spring up over various aspects of Godzilla lore and all encompassed therein.
I don't think I'd be ready for snow right now if it were to drop, but I hope it does. It necessarily must snow at least once more before I leave high-school. On the subject of leaving, I feel now as though I have a timer for everything before high school is over, as if I'm chained to a moving walkway at the airport slowly approaching some great dark mass, (perhaps a cave in or sink hole). The seniors (which for my minds purpose were conglomerated into one person) are shackled at a reasonable interval in front of me. I'm operating with this mentality, and I hate it. Theres really no reason I should be feeling like I have to make the best of high school before it dashes away, because life does persist after that point. I also don't really have the right to worry about this in the public domain while so many others with a heightened version of the problem loom.
I'm going to see Bela Fleck this Sunday, should be quite awesome. I'm also looking forward to the Godzilla club meeting. I'm embarassed to say i don't think I've seen the terror of Mecha Godzilla, but thats soon to be remedied. Perhaps I'll bring my guide to Godzilla movies so we can settle any debates that happen to spring up over various aspects of Godzilla lore and all encompassed therein.