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Excerpts from a story no one remmembers;
"Lets enjoy sunrises in the morning and punch-drunk nights. Lets walk down breezy streets, hands laced together, interlocking fingers, shared bus seats. How about days doing nothing at all? Just sitting at a coffee table for hours, talking about nothing at all, sleeping on couches with no blankets at all, staring blankly at pictures that hang on the wall. If two people sleep close enough, can they share the same dreams? Why not, if they can share a thought and know it for what it is, if they can split a memory into two seperately equal parts and keep it locked inside their hearts, why can't they live the same in their sleep? Can we play in the rain? In a summer shower or a dark thunderstorm, it doesn't matter, no amount of falling water could keep up from dancing. Lets leave notes in shirt pockets and jacket sleeves, tell each other stories of dragons and thieves, it doesn't have to be true, stories that no one really believes, but its the moment thats there, the seconds we share, with our hearts keeping time and our lungs taking the same air in one place and there, we may find something worth writing about, sing songs whene we're out and indefinately about...."
Well, its about that time. What time that is, though, no one really knows. Or cares to know, to be honest. Worked all day, that was a blast. Or not. My manager really gets on my nerves. Very few people do, you know. Thats quite a feat, i think i shoulfd congratulate him. I want to quit, and although it would be great to be able to have time on my hands again, i know that my parents will get mad for my not consulting them. But i don't feel the need to consult them anymore. I mean, i don't think i ever FELT the need, but i usually did. Bow, i do my best to avoid takling to them as much as possible, just because i need to do it alone for once, without their input. Im sick of their input, however vright it may be. Its like always going to the back of the book to get the answers, sure it works for a while, but once you don't have them, they're no use to you, and you're fucked. he really made me quite upset tonight though. I don't know why i let him bother me, people only upset you when you allow them to, you see, and the fact that i let him made me all the more angrier, which didn't help matters (as you could imagine). So i drank. Not a lot, just a coule of beers or so. And then i was fine. Well, not fine, because to be honest, i don't get drunk or anything, so it was sorta just this weird "blah," uncaring mood that i was uin for the rest of the bloody night. But thats okay. Blase'. Thats a good word for it. It was very blase''. But enough of that nonsense.
School is almost over. I have what, like 3 or 4 days? Lovely. I can't wait. All the time in the world will be mine. A lot ofthings will be solved then, perhaps. Although i hate saying that. Its always something that gets better at a later date, isn't that ironic? And then your last day arrives and you die with the simple thought that life will be better after death. I will definately laugh when i die and its just nothing. A "i told you so" would be in order, im sure, but no one would give a damn enough to do it.
New Zealand. SO much possibility, yet so much uncertainty. I need to have a hot cup of tea and just think about it, talk it over with myself. I mean, i want to go so badly, but there's things (and people) that i will miss terribly. And rightfully so. I mean, a lot could happen in three months. A lot won't happen in three months. I won't be seeing a lot of people after graduation, but i will be meeting a lot of new people. Its almost like a shift in existence, a change of consciousness of sorts. I feel like someone's going to pluck me out of the pages of this book and place me into another one, a whole different tale. Interesting, to be sure, but will i like it? Will i have a choice? Fact is, even if i absolutely hated New Zealand, i would still be gone for three months. I mean, thats a long time to hate something. I could have the option of returning, but i refuse to live with that on my conscience.
Next song, please.
Augustana. Boston.
Make it England and you've got a deal.
Goodnight.
"Lets enjoy sunrises in the morning and punch-drunk nights. Lets walk down breezy streets, hands laced together, interlocking fingers, shared bus seats. How about days doing nothing at all? Just sitting at a coffee table for hours, talking about nothing at all, sleeping on couches with no blankets at all, staring blankly at pictures that hang on the wall. If two people sleep close enough, can they share the same dreams? Why not, if they can share a thought and know it for what it is, if they can split a memory into two seperately equal parts and keep it locked inside their hearts, why can't they live the same in their sleep? Can we play in the rain? In a summer shower or a dark thunderstorm, it doesn't matter, no amount of falling water could keep up from dancing. Lets leave notes in shirt pockets and jacket sleeves, tell each other stories of dragons and thieves, it doesn't have to be true, stories that no one really believes, but its the moment thats there, the seconds we share, with our hearts keeping time and our lungs taking the same air in one place and there, we may find something worth writing about, sing songs whene we're out and indefinately about...."
Well, its about that time. What time that is, though, no one really knows. Or cares to know, to be honest. Worked all day, that was a blast. Or not. My manager really gets on my nerves. Very few people do, you know. Thats quite a feat, i think i shoulfd congratulate him. I want to quit, and although it would be great to be able to have time on my hands again, i know that my parents will get mad for my not consulting them. But i don't feel the need to consult them anymore. I mean, i don't think i ever FELT the need, but i usually did. Bow, i do my best to avoid takling to them as much as possible, just because i need to do it alone for once, without their input. Im sick of their input, however vright it may be. Its like always going to the back of the book to get the answers, sure it works for a while, but once you don't have them, they're no use to you, and you're fucked. he really made me quite upset tonight though. I don't know why i let him bother me, people only upset you when you allow them to, you see, and the fact that i let him made me all the more angrier, which didn't help matters (as you could imagine). So i drank. Not a lot, just a coule of beers or so. And then i was fine. Well, not fine, because to be honest, i don't get drunk or anything, so it was sorta just this weird "blah," uncaring mood that i was uin for the rest of the bloody night. But thats okay. Blase'. Thats a good word for it. It was very blase''. But enough of that nonsense.
School is almost over. I have what, like 3 or 4 days? Lovely. I can't wait. All the time in the world will be mine. A lot ofthings will be solved then, perhaps. Although i hate saying that. Its always something that gets better at a later date, isn't that ironic? And then your last day arrives and you die with the simple thought that life will be better after death. I will definately laugh when i die and its just nothing. A "i told you so" would be in order, im sure, but no one would give a damn enough to do it.
New Zealand. SO much possibility, yet so much uncertainty. I need to have a hot cup of tea and just think about it, talk it over with myself. I mean, i want to go so badly, but there's things (and people) that i will miss terribly. And rightfully so. I mean, a lot could happen in three months. A lot won't happen in three months. I won't be seeing a lot of people after graduation, but i will be meeting a lot of new people. Its almost like a shift in existence, a change of consciousness of sorts. I feel like someone's going to pluck me out of the pages of this book and place me into another one, a whole different tale. Interesting, to be sure, but will i like it? Will i have a choice? Fact is, even if i absolutely hated New Zealand, i would still be gone for three months. I mean, thats a long time to hate something. I could have the option of returning, but i refuse to live with that on my conscience.
Next song, please.
Augustana. Boston.
Make it England and you've got a deal.
Goodnight.