If I died tonight I would be closer to 20 than to 30.
On this, the eve of the marking of my quarter-century existence, I reminisce about the years past, and my hopes for the years to follow. I ponder the complexities of life, the coincidences that brought me to my current situation, and I ask myself, "What the fuck?"
What happened to all of those goals that I made for myself when I was 12 about what my life would be like when I was 25? Did I devastatingly dissappoint 12 year-old Sheri, or were my expectations unrealistic? Do I have any updated, upgraded goals, or as I get older do I dream less and settle more?
I suppose I'll have to think about it. Maybe 25 year-old Sheri will be a bit wiser.
* * *
In celebration of this shitty occasion, I made myself the yearly "Birthday Compilation" CD. Now, I claim no skill at the art of comp-creating. In fact, I'll say that I rather suck at it. Instead of following a theme, or properly tying up the beginning of the cd with the end (like a well written essay), I just copy a bunch of songs that I like and put them in some willy-nilly order. And granted I think it rocks balls, I don't think it's going to be the most requested CD to borrow from ol' Sheribomb.
The 25 Birthday Compilation:
1. Elastica - Stutter
2. The (International) Noise Conspiracy - I Want to Know About You
3. The Pixies - Where is My Mind
4. Dave Matthews Band - When the World Ends
5. Gomez - We Haven't Turned Around
6. Boy Sets Fire - My Life in the Knife Trade
7. Moby - We're All Made of Stars
8. The Notwist - One Step Inside Doesn't Mean You Understand
9. Nick Drake - Pink Moon
10. The Velvet Underground and Nico - Heroin
11. Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometimes
12. Moby - Great Escape
13. Gomez - Free to Run
* * *
I have my interview with SchoolY on Wednesday morning. I have mixed feelings. At what point should I start to feel like I am ready to settle down? Or at least that I give a shit? Because I don't. I just keep telling myself that if I get the job and it sucks, I can move back to Texas next year and settle in Austin. But would I settle? Or would I continue to run around trying to find myself and my niche? Is this a bad habit to get into, or am I just being paranoid?
Fuck I hate 25. I'm way more introspective and crazy. I can tell already.
:)
What happened to all of those goals that I made for myself when I was 12 about what my life would be like when I was 25? Did I devastatingly dissappoint 12 year-old Sheri, or were my expectations unrealistic? Do I have any updated, upgraded goals, or as I get older do I dream less and settle more?
I suppose I'll have to think about it. Maybe 25 year-old Sheri will be a bit wiser.
* * *
In celebration of this shitty occasion, I made myself the yearly "Birthday Compilation" CD. Now, I claim no skill at the art of comp-creating. In fact, I'll say that I rather suck at it. Instead of following a theme, or properly tying up the beginning of the cd with the end (like a well written essay), I just copy a bunch of songs that I like and put them in some willy-nilly order. And granted I think it rocks balls, I don't think it's going to be the most requested CD to borrow from ol' Sheribomb.
The 25 Birthday Compilation:
1. Elastica - Stutter
2. The (International) Noise Conspiracy - I Want to Know About You
3. The Pixies - Where is My Mind
4. Dave Matthews Band - When the World Ends
5. Gomez - We Haven't Turned Around
6. Boy Sets Fire - My Life in the Knife Trade
7. Moby - We're All Made of Stars
8. The Notwist - One Step Inside Doesn't Mean You Understand
9. Nick Drake - Pink Moon
10. The Velvet Underground and Nico - Heroin
11. Beck - Everybody's Gotta Learn Sometimes
12. Moby - Great Escape
13. Gomez - Free to Run
* * *
I have my interview with SchoolY on Wednesday morning. I have mixed feelings. At what point should I start to feel like I am ready to settle down? Or at least that I give a shit? Because I don't. I just keep telling myself that if I get the job and it sucks, I can move back to Texas next year and settle in Austin. But would I settle? Or would I continue to run around trying to find myself and my niche? Is this a bad habit to get into, or am I just being paranoid?
Fuck I hate 25. I'm way more introspective and crazy. I can tell already.
:)