captains and captors
last night i dreamt i returned to radicaltown and no one could remember my name. it doesn't take a degree to decode that one.
it would be obvious and without introspection to say i miss the superfriends. it has become my catchphrase and i throw it around as carelessly as young couples in love do. but this tangent is a record that i've played before (and a line i stole from justin). i wish we could be close again. but our dissent has been devastating.
so i've sailed the seas again. carelessly packed and unpacked, callously decorated and re-decorated, and now my wardrobe lives in a darker closet and i sleep in a bed thats far to fabricated, and while my lifestyle is cleaner, my casualties remain the same. i'm as bored and boring as ever. the problem lies in how contrived vancouver really is. every day of the week has a club synonomous with its name, which stunts the nights potential.
and then there is justn turkington (best! last name! ever!), a dreamy boy over whom i've become oh-so-smitten, but yet adds to my issue of the cities mundanity. I thought i wanted a boy like this, one who loved dancing and drinking and outdoor games and bike rides and breakfest, and fun, the way that i loved fun, the same ideas of fun, as opposed to the unsociable assholes i'd been dating and dragging out of the house by the hand. i didn't like being relied upon as the precursor of fun, but perhaps i'm also tired of having it all planned out for me. and justin....justin's fun seems to be pure party, party all the time. justins name is synonomous with the clubs. party justin likes to party. and so we go out, and we drink, and we dance, and its a fine time, but its that there is nothing adventurous about these nights that leaves me unsatisfied with this scene and this city. and there is nothing adventurous about justin. and adventurous is what i live for.
bottom line is, my attraction and my compulsion for him motivates my interest and keeps me questing for this quality i know he must have. and if i was leading i;m sure we'd end up somewhere, but unfortuantely i'm new and therefore must submit to simply tag-along. i'm tired of planning ahead.
it would be obvious and without introspection to say i miss the superfriends. it has become my catchphrase and i throw it around as carelessly as young couples in love do. but this tangent is a record that i've played before (and a line i stole from justin). i wish we could be close again. but our dissent has been devastating.
so i've sailed the seas again. carelessly packed and unpacked, callously decorated and re-decorated, and now my wardrobe lives in a darker closet and i sleep in a bed thats far to fabricated, and while my lifestyle is cleaner, my casualties remain the same. i'm as bored and boring as ever. the problem lies in how contrived vancouver really is. every day of the week has a club synonomous with its name, which stunts the nights potential.
and then there is justn turkington (best! last name! ever!), a dreamy boy over whom i've become oh-so-smitten, but yet adds to my issue of the cities mundanity. I thought i wanted a boy like this, one who loved dancing and drinking and outdoor games and bike rides and breakfest, and fun, the way that i loved fun, the same ideas of fun, as opposed to the unsociable assholes i'd been dating and dragging out of the house by the hand. i didn't like being relied upon as the precursor of fun, but perhaps i'm also tired of having it all planned out for me. and justin....justin's fun seems to be pure party, party all the time. justins name is synonomous with the clubs. party justin likes to party. and so we go out, and we drink, and we dance, and its a fine time, but its that there is nothing adventurous about these nights that leaves me unsatisfied with this scene and this city. and there is nothing adventurous about justin. and adventurous is what i live for.
bottom line is, my attraction and my compulsion for him motivates my interest and keeps me questing for this quality i know he must have. and if i was leading i;m sure we'd end up somewhere, but unfortuantely i'm new and therefore must submit to simply tag-along. i'm tired of planning ahead.