When Time and Crusty Old Men Pass You By, You Often Have A Moment To Ponder About Your Life...
Today was school. I woke up late. And ate a honey bun.
Science.
Woo.
Ballet.
Woo.
Math.
Review.
Psych.
Behind. Woo.
Boring day. Yep.
Bus.
Raping bookbags.
Fun.
Best fun in a while.
Corey hit some lady with a bottlecap from the window.
Then Tag.
I got home and took a nap. Which was less than an hour. I was so exhausted.
Maybe it's just stress.
Once the dance really got under way, it wasn't all that bad.
A few flops here and there, but not a total disaster.
And despite how much I wanted to go home,
Dear sweet Brittany persuaded me to tag along.
But not before I chatted with Lauren's mom and Caitlin, who kept touching my shoulder everytime she said something. Maybe it's me being super paranoid, but I disregarded it and continued to be in relatively high spirits.
At Brixx.
Once the Pizza got there. Became more lame.
All the fun was on the other side and Derek and David competed for something as always.
I'm not one for competitions all the time like they are, so I just pleasantly watched.
And Sophia was down, so I felt a lot out of the loop.
I really hate that. I was extremely bored and full on Dr. Pepper.
Just about the best waste of 8 dollars I've ever done.
Oh well. At least Quinn got some fun out of it.
Then I stood outside for 45 minutes while my sister was lost downtown.
I wasn't really scared until the creepy white businessmen going to the clubs walked by with their cooly lit cigarette and smoky afterscent.
It got me thinking.
If I ever took my girlfriend out to a club for a date, I'd might as well look like that.
That and I'd probably want to spend more time with her.
Now that I have somewhat of a social life, I'm beginning not to care for it so much.
Sometimes people annoy me.
Not my close friends of course.
Just all the odd people that walk along the streets.
I miss the days where I could come home and play a video game for hours and then hop on my piano and computer and not be bothered by the pesky world outside. I didn't mind being alone so much then, I had my imagination to keep me company. I had music to calm ny nerves. I lived in a world most people never dreamed of.
But I took a risk, and took a step outside.
And now I'm in between where I used to be, and where people expect me to be
and I don't think I quite live up to the expectations of people so much.
I'm not as entertaining as I seem sometimes.
Maybe I just need some me time.
I haven't had some time to just sit back and think about the world.
It's probably the only thing I miss from my seclusion period.
I created profound thoughts that seemed to make the world think for me,
and I enjoyed that beauty in nature. The contrasts in life now seem kinda blurry.
But I love my life. I just need to work some me time in.
Two shows down, one to go.
Bah, I'm off to sleep.
Science.
Woo.
Ballet.
Woo.
Math.
Review.
Psych.
Behind. Woo.
Boring day. Yep.
Bus.
Raping bookbags.
Fun.
Best fun in a while.
Corey hit some lady with a bottlecap from the window.
Then Tag.
I got home and took a nap. Which was less than an hour. I was so exhausted.
Maybe it's just stress.
Once the dance really got under way, it wasn't all that bad.
A few flops here and there, but not a total disaster.
And despite how much I wanted to go home,
Dear sweet Brittany persuaded me to tag along.
But not before I chatted with Lauren's mom and Caitlin, who kept touching my shoulder everytime she said something. Maybe it's me being super paranoid, but I disregarded it and continued to be in relatively high spirits.
At Brixx.
Once the Pizza got there. Became more lame.
All the fun was on the other side and Derek and David competed for something as always.
I'm not one for competitions all the time like they are, so I just pleasantly watched.
And Sophia was down, so I felt a lot out of the loop.
I really hate that. I was extremely bored and full on Dr. Pepper.
Just about the best waste of 8 dollars I've ever done.
Oh well. At least Quinn got some fun out of it.
Then I stood outside for 45 minutes while my sister was lost downtown.
I wasn't really scared until the creepy white businessmen going to the clubs walked by with their cooly lit cigarette and smoky afterscent.
It got me thinking.
If I ever took my girlfriend out to a club for a date, I'd might as well look like that.
That and I'd probably want to spend more time with her.
Now that I have somewhat of a social life, I'm beginning not to care for it so much.
Sometimes people annoy me.
Not my close friends of course.
Just all the odd people that walk along the streets.
I miss the days where I could come home and play a video game for hours and then hop on my piano and computer and not be bothered by the pesky world outside. I didn't mind being alone so much then, I had my imagination to keep me company. I had music to calm ny nerves. I lived in a world most people never dreamed of.
But I took a risk, and took a step outside.
And now I'm in between where I used to be, and where people expect me to be
and I don't think I quite live up to the expectations of people so much.
I'm not as entertaining as I seem sometimes.
Maybe I just need some me time.
I haven't had some time to just sit back and think about the world.
It's probably the only thing I miss from my seclusion period.
I created profound thoughts that seemed to make the world think for me,
and I enjoyed that beauty in nature. The contrasts in life now seem kinda blurry.
But I love my life. I just need to work some me time in.
Two shows down, one to go.
Bah, I'm off to sleep.