I's.Back
There are some nights when the sound of city buses deflating to a stop--you know the sound--and screeching forward again...
that are just too much. I think it is the feel of fall that gets me like this:
wanting to stab soft things with a knife...like, pillows (not flesh); wanting to run outside naked and screaming, "HOW MUCH WOOD WOULD A WOODCHUCK CHUCK IF A WOODCHUCK COULD CHUCK WOOD?! HOW MUCH, BITCH?!"
My feeling is this: that everything up to graduating from your university is merely preparation for "your life." I know this is not true...but it is a feeling.
And that now...come September (it is September)...real life begins. Except my life is not so much real as a deferral. It is immature...it is very adolescent...the way September makes me feel, as if it were a time for "new beginnings" and et cetera.
And immature, the way I feel as if things should be somehow..."better" and "progressing" in a different way.
Meep.
In other news, I am seeing Jen and watching Ben and Matt tonight. Which is a good thing.
But unfortunately, I am not seeing Laura and Joey, who were supposed to come but could not acquire tickets. Drats.
HUMUNAH!
that are just too much. I think it is the feel of fall that gets me like this:
wanting to stab soft things with a knife...like, pillows (not flesh); wanting to run outside naked and screaming, "HOW MUCH WOOD WOULD A WOODCHUCK CHUCK IF A WOODCHUCK COULD CHUCK WOOD?! HOW MUCH, BITCH?!"
My feeling is this: that everything up to graduating from your university is merely preparation for "your life." I know this is not true...but it is a feeling.
And that now...come September (it is September)...real life begins. Except my life is not so much real as a deferral. It is immature...it is very adolescent...the way September makes me feel, as if it were a time for "new beginnings" and et cetera.
And immature, the way I feel as if things should be somehow..."better" and "progressing" in a different way.
Meep.
In other news, I am seeing Jen and watching Ben and Matt tonight. Which is a good thing.
But unfortunately, I am not seeing Laura and Joey, who were supposed to come but could not acquire tickets. Drats.
HUMUNAH!