The world moves too quickly
How is anyone supposed to keep up with the world? I mean, really, it just seems that the days pass us by, nothing being sacred enough to linger around for a little while. For example, I miss London and all my experiences there. I miss how everything just felt like a dream, with almost no stress, and my only worry would be whether or not I would catch the frisbee heading toward me. Those days were just ever so blissful... and yet, so much has changed since those days. For starters, I got a car, even though I havn't a license, about 3 weeks ago. A Scion tC, black in color with a spoiler and really cool brake-lights. I'm hoping I can find a way to gather money to get some neat looking neon in the inside of the car, as well as an ipod attachment. Additionally, I hope to get my license really soon, like somewhere around my date of birth. In band, I will be playing the baritone in concert season time. A supposed "experiment" by Mr. O, one which I hope isn't a phony story to shove me over off trumpet. He claims it's in the better interest of my tonality, but some people don't buy the story to be true, like my mother. But, whatever, so be it, it's my senior year, I'll let it all hang out.
At least, I'm trying to. My fear of punishment overrides my thrill-seeking personality, but I feel the finality of a high school career ending has opened up my confidence and made me not care as much as I usually would. I mean, there really won't be a tomorrow to worry about, seeing as my departure will avoid any kind of negative affliction upon me.
Back to the changes since London, I miss being part of a group. I feel like I don't have a home, a group of friends I feel I belong with.Sure, I may enjoy myself in the company of two completly different sets of people, but it doesn't give me the confidence of beiong completly accepted into their ranks. I tend to find out about get to gethers afterthey happen, in anecdotal form, with people recalling the past in such great pleasure. The more it happens, the more I get used to it, but it still stings to feel like I don't belong.
Meh, such is life. I guess I'll complain another time, becuase right now, it's dinner time.
I'm out like a lightbulb.
At least, I'm trying to. My fear of punishment overrides my thrill-seeking personality, but I feel the finality of a high school career ending has opened up my confidence and made me not care as much as I usually would. I mean, there really won't be a tomorrow to worry about, seeing as my departure will avoid any kind of negative affliction upon me.
Back to the changes since London, I miss being part of a group. I feel like I don't have a home, a group of friends I feel I belong with.Sure, I may enjoy myself in the company of two completly different sets of people, but it doesn't give me the confidence of beiong completly accepted into their ranks. I tend to find out about get to gethers afterthey happen, in anecdotal form, with people recalling the past in such great pleasure. The more it happens, the more I get used to it, but it still stings to feel like I don't belong.
Meh, such is life. I guess I'll complain another time, becuase right now, it's dinner time.
I'm out like a lightbulb.