this girl is half his age
we've got this yearly dance party at Kenyon called Shock Your Mom; I went as a naughty schoolgirl. I'm just glad my slutty 4 euro bra (that's hardly a bra because it offers no support) got some use. I like college. I like this college. I wish I could find some true friends ... every time I come home I have to deal with some really whiny spells because I am reminded that there is no one like Jess and Lindsay and Ashley, and that I don't have friends here like them, not even close, and what am I doing without them?
this is like a pattern. I remember this, kinda, from boarding school. it was like, I connected with some people well enough, it was just that they were already well and deeply enmeshed in all these other friendships and I couldn't break in. everyone jumped on the boat quick and I didn't so ... yeah whatever.
what up with this whinging? enough.
I had a split second revelation on Friday, that I can write a play. I've been trying for over a year to get some closure on this Maksik deal, been trying to like write something or make something or whatever that I can be proud enough to get the fuck OVER it. I tried the story thing, but it's not working out so well. poetry is fucking gone. and there's only so many songs I can write about it. now with my newfound love for playwriting, I think I want to set it down that way. but I'm letting it swim around in my head for a while first ... just listening to "don't stand so close to me" on repeat for a while.
whatev man. just gotta let it do what it do baby. right?
this is like a pattern. I remember this, kinda, from boarding school. it was like, I connected with some people well enough, it was just that they were already well and deeply enmeshed in all these other friendships and I couldn't break in. everyone jumped on the boat quick and I didn't so ... yeah whatever.
what up with this whinging? enough.
I had a split second revelation on Friday, that I can write a play. I've been trying for over a year to get some closure on this Maksik deal, been trying to like write something or make something or whatever that I can be proud enough to get the fuck OVER it. I tried the story thing, but it's not working out so well. poetry is fucking gone. and there's only so many songs I can write about it. now with my newfound love for playwriting, I think I want to set it down that way. but I'm letting it swim around in my head for a while first ... just listening to "don't stand so close to me" on repeat for a while.
whatev man. just gotta let it do what it do baby. right?