keep on dreaming even if it breaks your heart...
It always happens that my birthday sneaks up on me. I've gone and turned twenty, and I was still getting used to nineteen. It's bizarre to think that I'm not a something-teen anymore. Kind of a kick toward the real world, if you will. Another of those little reminders that I have to grow up. I remember turning ten very clearly. Even more clearly turning thirteen. Sixteen. Eighteen. All these strange little milestones. Now I'm twenty. Two decades, and damn, when did that happen?
I'm awake trying to finish my homework tonight so I don't have to do it on my birthday. Got a little distracted earlier in the evening by the antics of friends, so it's not quite finished yet. Getting there, though. Two more questions for women's history and I'll be heading to bed. Sleep is a good thing, I think. I still can't get over the weirdness of this birthday, though. I suppose it is somewhere between three and four a.m., though, and that's usually my pondering time. If I stay up this late, thoughts start to come to me from bizarre places. Sometimes they don't wait, though, like the revelation a couple weeks back that struck sometime around 7 in the evening. Usually, though, this is the time.
Now I'm blathering. Shouldn't I be doing homework?
I am rather tired.
Sometimes it's difficult for me to interpret the actions of others. I'm slightly socially impaired in that way. Of course, trying to interpret the actions of another individual of the socially-impaired variety is probably even more troublesome than interpreting a normalish person. Why do I do these things to myself? Really, it's some sort of lunacy. Why do I do these things? The last bit ended in such disaster. This one can't go much better. Boys will be boys, or so I hear.
No brooding. It's your damn birthday.
I'm finding women's history to be incredibly interesting, actually, despite my avoiding the homework for the moment. It's really the only class I've ever been told "excellent participation" in by the third week. Amazing, rather. I don't usually talk much, but I can't seem to shut the eff up in this class. The topics are just fascinating, and it's so different from other history classes I've taken. There's a whole new perspective on everything, and it's awesome. For once, I have to actively shut myself up so I don't come off as one of those douchebags who won't give anyone else a turn to speak. It's a strange feeling, but not entirely unwelcome.
I haven't decided if the same can be said for this whole turning-twenty thing. Still weird. Still not going to get used to it for a long time. I was still getting used to nineteen, and I really liked nineteen.
Damn, so much happens in a year, and yet it goes so fast. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with it all.
Anyway, I think I should finish my homework. Goodnight, lj.
Downtown, where I used to wander
Old enough to get there but too young to get inside
I would stand out on the sidewalk
Listen to the music playing every Friday night
I'm awake trying to finish my homework tonight so I don't have to do it on my birthday. Got a little distracted earlier in the evening by the antics of friends, so it's not quite finished yet. Getting there, though. Two more questions for women's history and I'll be heading to bed. Sleep is a good thing, I think. I still can't get over the weirdness of this birthday, though. I suppose it is somewhere between three and four a.m., though, and that's usually my pondering time. If I stay up this late, thoughts start to come to me from bizarre places. Sometimes they don't wait, though, like the revelation a couple weeks back that struck sometime around 7 in the evening. Usually, though, this is the time.
Now I'm blathering. Shouldn't I be doing homework?
I am rather tired.
Sometimes it's difficult for me to interpret the actions of others. I'm slightly socially impaired in that way. Of course, trying to interpret the actions of another individual of the socially-impaired variety is probably even more troublesome than interpreting a normalish person. Why do I do these things to myself? Really, it's some sort of lunacy. Why do I do these things? The last bit ended in such disaster. This one can't go much better. Boys will be boys, or so I hear.
No brooding. It's your damn birthday.
I'm finding women's history to be incredibly interesting, actually, despite my avoiding the homework for the moment. It's really the only class I've ever been told "excellent participation" in by the third week. Amazing, rather. I don't usually talk much, but I can't seem to shut the eff up in this class. The topics are just fascinating, and it's so different from other history classes I've taken. There's a whole new perspective on everything, and it's awesome. For once, I have to actively shut myself up so I don't come off as one of those douchebags who won't give anyone else a turn to speak. It's a strange feeling, but not entirely unwelcome.
I haven't decided if the same can be said for this whole turning-twenty thing. Still weird. Still not going to get used to it for a long time. I was still getting used to nineteen, and I really liked nineteen.
Damn, so much happens in a year, and yet it goes so fast. Sometimes I just don't know what to do with it all.
Anyway, I think I should finish my homework. Goodnight, lj.
Downtown, where I used to wander
Old enough to get there but too young to get inside
I would stand out on the sidewalk
Listen to the music playing every Friday night