Photos, memories...cameras.
I am infatuated with Matt & Kim. They've exceeded my expectations. Less annoying mono-rhythmic drums, more variety in percussion and instrumentals. ridiculous syncopation. perfection.
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we’ll be gone when we’re dead
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
In other news, I'm turning 19 and I'm happy. I love birthdays.
But for whatever reason I find my mind keeps scrolling back to the episode of Friends where Rachel turns 30. I'm old.
I think back to the days when 13 seemed a miraculous era of pre-teenage change, and when 17 seemed always the ideal age. And now I have surpassed both, arriving at the last of the "-teens." 30 seems so distant from me now, but where will I be when I'm there? I guess the constant threat of declaring a major is instilling a sort of fear in me, the kind that serves as an incessant reminder that I have no clue what I'm doing.
But other than the huge decision i have yet to make about my future, I'm happy.
College suits me. It seems strange to look back on the post I wrote in late August. I can almost hear the fear in my voice. I've gone through more change in the last 2 months than I have probably in any other time period of my life. College. Friends. New friends. Friends that are now in heaven.
I think it is simply in my nature to freak out before anything big happens. College was an ominous change. The death of Heather, Sarina, and Matt was.. mind boggling. Unbearable. Heather was my first friend when I moved to Okemos. A warm hand that pulled me up from nothing. The idea that I have not done half as much for her as she did for me... it haunted me. But I've learned. From a naive over-emotional girl to a realistic and still childlike person I've grown. And these experiences taught me to take on anything with confidence.
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
no time for cameras
we’ll be gone when we’re dead
no time for cameras
we’ll use our eyes instead
I see flashes of gold
In other news, I'm turning 19 and I'm happy. I love birthdays.
But for whatever reason I find my mind keeps scrolling back to the episode of Friends where Rachel turns 30. I'm old.
I think back to the days when 13 seemed a miraculous era of pre-teenage change, and when 17 seemed always the ideal age. And now I have surpassed both, arriving at the last of the "-teens." 30 seems so distant from me now, but where will I be when I'm there? I guess the constant threat of declaring a major is instilling a sort of fear in me, the kind that serves as an incessant reminder that I have no clue what I'm doing.
But other than the huge decision i have yet to make about my future, I'm happy.
College suits me. It seems strange to look back on the post I wrote in late August. I can almost hear the fear in my voice. I've gone through more change in the last 2 months than I have probably in any other time period of my life. College. Friends. New friends. Friends that are now in heaven.
I think it is simply in my nature to freak out before anything big happens. College was an ominous change. The death of Heather, Sarina, and Matt was.. mind boggling. Unbearable. Heather was my first friend when I moved to Okemos. A warm hand that pulled me up from nothing. The idea that I have not done half as much for her as she did for me... it haunted me. But I've learned. From a naive over-emotional girl to a realistic and still childlike person I've grown. And these experiences taught me to take on anything with confidence.