Back for Seconds
Second entry in two days... something is telling me this would be a lot easier to keep filling out if my life were more exciting, chock full of rich and exotic details that I would be thrilled to have on display for all the internet to see. Then again, most everybody says that here at college - my life's boring, I don't get out enough, I'm such a nerd, etc. You know the drill. It's just a universal thing that people tend to describe their life as meaningless and unexciting, but they remain convinced that somewhere out there is a far better existence. I really wish I knew what it is these people are hoping for. I imagine them envisioning a city of lights and splendor where the booze flows like water and the party never stops. That was a big pet peeve of mine while I was in high school - people in my school who would hold it as a truth that our hometown was the nexus of boredom in the west hemisphere, some dingy village just touching the outskirts of what could be considered "civilization." I'm exaggerating, of course, but the fact of the matter is that my hometown contained at least three malls of various sizes within forty-five minutes driving distance, retail shopping outlets galore, various cafes and 24-hour restaurants, and was only about an hour away from Philly's clubs (if that's your thing). Hey, I've visited places were literally the only form of entertainment within a ten mile radius is a single movie theater. That has only three screens. And they're all playing movies that suck. What do you people need for excitement, a nuclear explosion?
Ok, got a little sidetracked there. Just something that I've wanted to vent for a little while now. The point of that rant is that there is no such thing as the sweet life, no city of eternal happiness. If you want to have fun, if you want to be entertained, you mostly have to go out and do it yourself. If that requires alcohol for you, fine, but just don't whine and complain that the world isn't giving you a song and a dance to alleviate your immediate boredom.
The weirdest thing about this journal is that whenever I write in here, I imagine how many people are reading this. Possibly -quite likely- it's just my creative writing teacher. Anyone else gazing at my inner thoughts? Close friends? Casual acquaintances? I have no idea. Maybe in order to get more people interested in reading this regular block of text (which actually kinda appeals to me) I should be talking more about the people I know and far less about the half-formed rants that run through my mind as I'm walking to class. And so, in that tradition, and since my beanie frog Greenpeace is sitting here staring at me from my computer desk, I really want to thank Amber and Emily for visiting me at the hospital last year. I'm sure I probably said that already, but I still really appreciate it.
And I'm out.
Ok, got a little sidetracked there. Just something that I've wanted to vent for a little while now. The point of that rant is that there is no such thing as the sweet life, no city of eternal happiness. If you want to have fun, if you want to be entertained, you mostly have to go out and do it yourself. If that requires alcohol for you, fine, but just don't whine and complain that the world isn't giving you a song and a dance to alleviate your immediate boredom.
The weirdest thing about this journal is that whenever I write in here, I imagine how many people are reading this. Possibly -quite likely- it's just my creative writing teacher. Anyone else gazing at my inner thoughts? Close friends? Casual acquaintances? I have no idea. Maybe in order to get more people interested in reading this regular block of text (which actually kinda appeals to me) I should be talking more about the people I know and far less about the half-formed rants that run through my mind as I'm walking to class. And so, in that tradition, and since my beanie frog Greenpeace is sitting here staring at me from my computer desk, I really want to thank Amber and Emily for visiting me at the hospital last year. I'm sure I probably said that already, but I still really appreciate it.
And I'm out.