I am out of it...

[thatbrandonguy]

I am so lost and out of it it's funny. I'm basically living vicariously through a child I imagine pulling petals off a daisy depriving the flower of its beauty in an effort to find an easy answer. I am a little kid inside. Today at orientation for GMont I giggled when the teacher accidentally wrote tit instead of Lit. It was very "High School" of me, as stated by one of my former Helix friends who happened to be subject to the same hell that was the assessment testing as I. It was a bright spot in the dreary and bland, perpetually repetitive series of events that has become my post high school diploma life. Sure the occassional thrill of independent adulthood shines bright columns of light through a drab layer of mediocrity but in the short two to three months since graduation, the romantic notion that I might finally be free has lost its novelty. Next week I go back to school. Hooray...are you proud? Good, you shouldn't be.

She loves me not...

She loves me...

It always says that.