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ohhhhh, higher education.
how is it that at 16/17 you can have an idea of what you want to do with the rest of your life?! you're pretty much setting yourself up for the rest of your life while you're still in the first like, fifth, of it! that is a scary thought. i admire (and kind of envy) those kids that know what they wanna do and where they want to go to school. that either takes a lot of certainty in yourself, or just a lot of stupidity. maybe a youthful mix of both?
more or less, i'm just trying to say that the prospect of moving on and making these important decisions is freaking me out. thanks, college night.
but i did come home after school today and take a nap. that was enjoyable.
and tomorrow afternoon is freshhhhhhheat, which i missed all summer. it will be epic, as usual (can something usual really be epic?).
then the weekend, with friends and stuff and fun and sleep and no worries. weekends: the opiate of teenagers everywhere.
i have an english paper to re-write and history to study for, but jim morrison and his riders on the storm are lulling me into a psychadelic languor from which there is no return.
(sometimes the english language seems slightly overly-elaborate. honestly, who has a practical need for the word "languor"? besides flaubert, that is.)
so i had this thought pretty randomly the other day: how does a one-armed person wash their hand?
how is it that at 16/17 you can have an idea of what you want to do with the rest of your life?! you're pretty much setting yourself up for the rest of your life while you're still in the first like, fifth, of it! that is a scary thought. i admire (and kind of envy) those kids that know what they wanna do and where they want to go to school. that either takes a lot of certainty in yourself, or just a lot of stupidity. maybe a youthful mix of both?
more or less, i'm just trying to say that the prospect of moving on and making these important decisions is freaking me out. thanks, college night.
but i did come home after school today and take a nap. that was enjoyable.
and tomorrow afternoon is freshhhhhhheat, which i missed all summer. it will be epic, as usual (can something usual really be epic?).
then the weekend, with friends and stuff and fun and sleep and no worries. weekends: the opiate of teenagers everywhere.
i have an english paper to re-write and history to study for, but jim morrison and his riders on the storm are lulling me into a psychadelic languor from which there is no return.
(sometimes the english language seems slightly overly-elaborate. honestly, who has a practical need for the word "languor"? besides flaubert, that is.)
so i had this thought pretty randomly the other day: how does a one-armed person wash their hand?