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Livejournal is brutal with its reliance on all-white interfaces that take your retinas to BURNTOWN.
You know, I was just thinking - It'd be cool to transport myself back into my body when I was 17 years old. Just to see what it was indeed like. My body would be slimmer, I'd be in a lot better cardiovascular shape, my skin would be perfectly tanned and I would have all of these exciting dreams about what the future would hold for me. Hey - I was on my way to college for the very first time! That feeling of leaving home, setting up your own place - your pure domain without the day-to-day interactions and instructions from your parents. I remember waking up late on one of the first mornings of my newfound freedom; simply gazing out the window to the Freshmen Quad and marveling that certain classmates were on their way to class but mine didn't start for another hour. I simply kept my window open and enjoyed the lovely morning sun as it fell over the quad and graciously spilled into my second-floor dormitory room.
Then there was the college path. Was I really going to go into business? Was I going to try my salt at doing Stand Up comedy? Would I run for a position in the fraternity? How about Ben? Were we going to start Metro Memories / P.reserve? It felt like every single one of these activities was on the front burner. How was my life going to actually end up??
You know what? It ended up entirely as I predicted. EXCEPT NOT AT ALL.
You know, I was just thinking - It'd be cool to transport myself back into my body when I was 17 years old. Just to see what it was indeed like. My body would be slimmer, I'd be in a lot better cardiovascular shape, my skin would be perfectly tanned and I would have all of these exciting dreams about what the future would hold for me. Hey - I was on my way to college for the very first time! That feeling of leaving home, setting up your own place - your pure domain without the day-to-day interactions and instructions from your parents. I remember waking up late on one of the first mornings of my newfound freedom; simply gazing out the window to the Freshmen Quad and marveling that certain classmates were on their way to class but mine didn't start for another hour. I simply kept my window open and enjoyed the lovely morning sun as it fell over the quad and graciously spilled into my second-floor dormitory room.
Then there was the college path. Was I really going to go into business? Was I going to try my salt at doing Stand Up comedy? Would I run for a position in the fraternity? How about Ben? Were we going to start Metro Memories / P.reserve? It felt like every single one of these activities was on the front burner. How was my life going to actually end up??
You know what? It ended up entirely as I predicted. EXCEPT NOT AT ALL.