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After the gods of the great and mighty livejournal whined and bullied and finally smited (smote) me with some mighty powerful guilt (as in, how are you ever going to write anything again in your life if you can't even keep a goddamn online journal) I caved in, and here I am, trying to pour my heart out into my computer, which as history has shown, has messy, awkward, and occasionally charming results. I think messy, awkward, and occasionally charming is pretty accurate when it comes to Sophie, as anyone who knows me will hastily tell you.
Last weekend, I was at Oberlin, and damn it all if I forgot to bring any kind of camera. I went to a party with sea chanties and whiskey, and then Hebrew songs, and then a furious spoon jam, and then a rap battle. A rap battle that I apparently triumphed in but that I can't completely remember what it was I was rapping about since I was, ahem, not in such a lucid state.
However, this party was pretty powerful evidence that pretty soon, my life is going to start, and this waiting and disappointment and bullshit will erode into the past and I will start to live my life like I mean it, like I mean something, like it means something that I am alive, like if I don't dance and sing and write and create I will get eaten up like a rotting tree.
Cynicism and nihilism are really no fun. They don't make people especially interesting or intelligent. There's no point in being alive if your life doesn't mean something to you. I think some people never break out of their hateful adolescent cocoons, and then they start to hurt the world.
Last weekend, I was at Oberlin, and damn it all if I forgot to bring any kind of camera. I went to a party with sea chanties and whiskey, and then Hebrew songs, and then a furious spoon jam, and then a rap battle. A rap battle that I apparently triumphed in but that I can't completely remember what it was I was rapping about since I was, ahem, not in such a lucid state.
However, this party was pretty powerful evidence that pretty soon, my life is going to start, and this waiting and disappointment and bullshit will erode into the past and I will start to live my life like I mean it, like I mean something, like it means something that I am alive, like if I don't dance and sing and write and create I will get eaten up like a rotting tree.
Cynicism and nihilism are really no fun. They don't make people especially interesting or intelligent. There's no point in being alive if your life doesn't mean something to you. I think some people never break out of their hateful adolescent cocoons, and then they start to hurt the world.