Don't call it the ball thing. Call it "pure being."
School is back in town. Again. Like it was last year, and like it'll more than likely be next year.
You know, a curious thing happened over the new year. I was in Florida, doing nothing naturally, and I wrote my first journal entry. I dated it then began to write:
"First entry of the new year. Hmm...this feels just like last year. I'm in Florida writing in my journal about the new year."
I pondered life's cyclical yet dooming linear nature for a hot second, before I realized that I had in fact misdated on the journal entry. Misdating is the act of dating incorrectly (socially awkward people often do this). Anyhow, I had dated it for January 1st, 2007 - the date of new years last year. It WAS just like last year.
And here I am, writing in my blog, while having a conversation with Esther about how much Isaac wants to make out with me. Life is just like a bunch of rats in a big steel drum turning over and over and over going down a hill, knowing that they're headed for a big river at the bottom, but they aren't their yet. And either it's going to be really exciting, really painful, or really quick when all the rats inside the steel drum hit the river.
Rats inside a steel drum?? What the gadzooks. I'm talking like some sort of philosopher king gone podunk colloquial.
I've tried writing another paragraph three times and every time it's boring, dumb, and kind of...gloomy? so then I decided to write a paragraph explaining why I couldn't write a paragraph. And it turned out to be boring dumb, and kind of gloomy, and YOU'RE READING IT!! Pulled one over on you, suckers!!
Hey, hang out with me. I keep feeling lonely and bored. I keep questioning my existence, and having crises of being. Pretty average stuff for a college student, but still. I'll be your friend, if you'll be my friend first.
You know, a curious thing happened over the new year. I was in Florida, doing nothing naturally, and I wrote my first journal entry. I dated it then began to write:
"First entry of the new year. Hmm...this feels just like last year. I'm in Florida writing in my journal about the new year."
I pondered life's cyclical yet dooming linear nature for a hot second, before I realized that I had in fact misdated on the journal entry. Misdating is the act of dating incorrectly (socially awkward people often do this). Anyhow, I had dated it for January 1st, 2007 - the date of new years last year. It WAS just like last year.
And here I am, writing in my blog, while having a conversation with Esther about how much Isaac wants to make out with me. Life is just like a bunch of rats in a big steel drum turning over and over and over going down a hill, knowing that they're headed for a big river at the bottom, but they aren't their yet. And either it's going to be really exciting, really painful, or really quick when all the rats inside the steel drum hit the river.
Rats inside a steel drum?? What the gadzooks. I'm talking like some sort of philosopher king gone podunk colloquial.
I've tried writing another paragraph three times and every time it's boring, dumb, and kind of...gloomy? so then I decided to write a paragraph explaining why I couldn't write a paragraph. And it turned out to be boring dumb, and kind of gloomy, and YOU'RE READING IT!! Pulled one over on you, suckers!!
Hey, hang out with me. I keep feeling lonely and bored. I keep questioning my existence, and having crises of being. Pretty average stuff for a college student, but still. I'll be your friend, if you'll be my friend first.