"I may come in for a bite, oh yeah"
These past few days have been jam packed with meeting up with old friends and doing things. I went ice skating in SF on Thursday night, then this past night we went to see "Australia". (Australia was rather mediocre, it had good and bad points...eh. I'm not one for most movies, so don't hold it against me.) It's been interesting talking to them again and realizing how we are changing. I'm not one to miss people, per se, but when I'm with people again, I enjoy their company and make the most of it. In that crowd, I was always the one to goad on conversation anyway. I goaded right along that whole entire BART trip...
I had some more hard-hitting conversation with my friend, Alyssa, during skating. We were realizing that we need to talk out our issues, but it's strange to have to open up to our high school/close friends about things like relationships because they a) haven't been in one, b) are generally rather sheltered, or c) don't tend to talk about such things. THIS is what you get for going to a private high school. Heh, if it's worth anything, I was one of the least sheltered of them... So it is difficult to talk to them about things. And my friend, Alyssa, was coming to grips with that. I ended up sleeping over at her house Friday night and we stayed up late talking about stuff like that. And that makes me infinitely glad of my own acquaintences on my college campus who come from different backgrounds.
Another of my friends, Ian, is living at home too and going to community college, like this whole crowd of friends I've been hanging around recently...and you can really tell it's taking a toll on them. They don't have that new college community to run amok in like I do living on campus. And after that first night we hung out again, I could just see that he was seeking out any little opportunity to be busy for social reasons and not work or school reasons. I'm just so glad I went off to school. I couldn't cope with this sort of life at home. I get on well with my family and I love them dearly, but still.
It almost makes me think that if I had stayed at home, I'd have let myself wander off into total downfall. It's almost like the persona I have to put on in my home town is that of a good kid from a good family. It makes me want to run off with a strange biker guy, become a chain-smoking alcoholic and be generally rebellious. That aside, even as the true me that I know I am, I'd love to dabble in said stereotypical "rebellious" things to a non-destructive point. *shrugs* I don't think they're rebellious at all, really.
Being here, I realize why I didn't like any of the guys in my home town. None of them are the lovely randy bastards we know and love from the rock 'n roll scene. They're your typical nice guys. :\
I realize more and more how musically obsessed I am. There's a certain quota of hours that I need to spend in song. I swear to you.
I played the "Hoedown" from Whose Line Is It Anyways? today on the piano and my brother and I had a grand time making up silly verses. He kept wanting to rhyme everything with Colin Mochrie. *shakes head* I ended up recording me playing the piano bit to an mp3 so I could make up verses instead of play it.
Apparently Twilight reads out like the rules of the Morman church? *shrugs* I knew nothing about it until I read a few parodies of the book today. LULZARIOUS. So...he doesn't even kiss her or anything? They just stare at each other and say sappy lines to each other? How do you get through the book?! *gags*
I'm looking forward to some actual down time tomorrow. O HAI THER, good books and my guitar.
Katrina
Ps- There is hope for humanity.
Pps- I've had this horribly realistic view of myself recently and it makes me feel bland and...exposed. I liked thinking of myself as a faerie genius artist of sorts. I can't wait to get back to the arts.
I had some more hard-hitting conversation with my friend, Alyssa, during skating. We were realizing that we need to talk out our issues, but it's strange to have to open up to our high school/close friends about things like relationships because they a) haven't been in one, b) are generally rather sheltered, or c) don't tend to talk about such things. THIS is what you get for going to a private high school. Heh, if it's worth anything, I was one of the least sheltered of them... So it is difficult to talk to them about things. And my friend, Alyssa, was coming to grips with that. I ended up sleeping over at her house Friday night and we stayed up late talking about stuff like that. And that makes me infinitely glad of my own acquaintences on my college campus who come from different backgrounds.
Another of my friends, Ian, is living at home too and going to community college, like this whole crowd of friends I've been hanging around recently...and you can really tell it's taking a toll on them. They don't have that new college community to run amok in like I do living on campus. And after that first night we hung out again, I could just see that he was seeking out any little opportunity to be busy for social reasons and not work or school reasons. I'm just so glad I went off to school. I couldn't cope with this sort of life at home. I get on well with my family and I love them dearly, but still.
It almost makes me think that if I had stayed at home, I'd have let myself wander off into total downfall. It's almost like the persona I have to put on in my home town is that of a good kid from a good family. It makes me want to run off with a strange biker guy, become a chain-smoking alcoholic and be generally rebellious. That aside, even as the true me that I know I am, I'd love to dabble in said stereotypical "rebellious" things to a non-destructive point. *shrugs* I don't think they're rebellious at all, really.
Being here, I realize why I didn't like any of the guys in my home town. None of them are the lovely randy bastards we know and love from the rock 'n roll scene. They're your typical nice guys. :\
I realize more and more how musically obsessed I am. There's a certain quota of hours that I need to spend in song. I swear to you.
I played the "Hoedown" from Whose Line Is It Anyways? today on the piano and my brother and I had a grand time making up silly verses. He kept wanting to rhyme everything with Colin Mochrie. *shakes head* I ended up recording me playing the piano bit to an mp3 so I could make up verses instead of play it.
Apparently Twilight reads out like the rules of the Morman church? *shrugs* I knew nothing about it until I read a few parodies of the book today. LULZARIOUS. So...he doesn't even kiss her or anything? They just stare at each other and say sappy lines to each other? How do you get through the book?! *gags*
I'm looking forward to some actual down time tomorrow. O HAI THER, good books and my guitar.
Katrina
Ps- There is hope for humanity.
Pps- I've had this horribly realistic view of myself recently and it makes me feel bland and...exposed. I liked thinking of myself as a faerie genius artist of sorts. I can't wait to get back to the arts.