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Bleeding bloody holy mother of goodness gracious.
I can't believe people are strapping on backpacks, sharpening pencils (actually, does anyone really do that anymore?), buying new school clothes, and heading back to school... without me. It's so surreal- I'm quickly realizing that school, while undoubtedly ridiculous and pointless most of the time, provided me with something I'm sure to miss-- a distraction. School kept me busy- the homework, the socializing, the clubs, the classes, the lectures, the nonsense-- all excellent time fillers. I have a feeling I'll be knicking jackie's textbooks and pouring over them like they are lifelines connected to a boat I missed. I know I know- technically, I finished with the boat, not missed it- but they'll keep teaching classes, imagine, without ME. They'll be handing out knowledge like candy and I don't get any of it.
Say I want to keep going right away, instead of trying to find some meaningful pursuit, I have to *gasp* specialize. Maybe specializing is synonymous with getting older. I can't help it, i like knowing lots of things about lots of things.....
boredom from lack of stimulation ensues.
but i'm writing a lot and that's nice. i rediscovered writing on paper, in buses.
I can't believe people are strapping on backpacks, sharpening pencils (actually, does anyone really do that anymore?), buying new school clothes, and heading back to school... without me. It's so surreal- I'm quickly realizing that school, while undoubtedly ridiculous and pointless most of the time, provided me with something I'm sure to miss-- a distraction. School kept me busy- the homework, the socializing, the clubs, the classes, the lectures, the nonsense-- all excellent time fillers. I have a feeling I'll be knicking jackie's textbooks and pouring over them like they are lifelines connected to a boat I missed. I know I know- technically, I finished with the boat, not missed it- but they'll keep teaching classes, imagine, without ME. They'll be handing out knowledge like candy and I don't get any of it.
Say I want to keep going right away, instead of trying to find some meaningful pursuit, I have to *gasp* specialize. Maybe specializing is synonymous with getting older. I can't help it, i like knowing lots of things about lots of things.....
boredom from lack of stimulation ensues.
but i'm writing a lot and that's nice. i rediscovered writing on paper, in buses.