A math, english, and film major? No. We're over all of that.
I'm back to having a consistent life on livejournal again. That's probably not a good thing. I'm not the only one though, I haven't seen LJ look like this since the end of '07. Oh how far we've come.
The past two years certainly have been crazy haven't they? A lot of changes, most of which I would say have been good, have occurred. We all covered the spectrum of predictability pretty well, but patterns are patterns I guess.
We were all drawn back here by circumstance or fate, I still don't know what I believe in. We're all products of two years ago. The stone was dropped in the lake a long time ago but I'll be damned if the ripples ever subside. I guess life is like that, this is just such a wonderfully documented example.
Who would have expected where we are now, as I type this, as you read this.
I couldn't have ever guessed I'd be in my apartment in Brighton, sitting on my couch, glancing up at a still screen of Cosmo Kramer about to tell Jerry something zany, typing in livejournal on a different laptop, not owning a car, soon to play some basketball with my best friend, wearing a bracelet with a college other than FSC on the band, feeling like a different person than the boy who came to Mass from Maine in hopes of being a filmmaker.
It's all pretty strange right? I'm not trying to make any sort of real comment here, I just thought it'd be fun to compare. If either of you think this is at all amusing please post a little blurb about how far you've come since November 07.
Michael's last post got me to put the Counting Crows on shuffle. As I'm wrapping this up, "Long December" came on.
Probably not the best sign.
The past two years certainly have been crazy haven't they? A lot of changes, most of which I would say have been good, have occurred. We all covered the spectrum of predictability pretty well, but patterns are patterns I guess.
We were all drawn back here by circumstance or fate, I still don't know what I believe in. We're all products of two years ago. The stone was dropped in the lake a long time ago but I'll be damned if the ripples ever subside. I guess life is like that, this is just such a wonderfully documented example.
Who would have expected where we are now, as I type this, as you read this.
I couldn't have ever guessed I'd be in my apartment in Brighton, sitting on my couch, glancing up at a still screen of Cosmo Kramer about to tell Jerry something zany, typing in livejournal on a different laptop, not owning a car, soon to play some basketball with my best friend, wearing a bracelet with a college other than FSC on the band, feeling like a different person than the boy who came to Mass from Maine in hopes of being a filmmaker.
It's all pretty strange right? I'm not trying to make any sort of real comment here, I just thought it'd be fun to compare. If either of you think this is at all amusing please post a little blurb about how far you've come since November 07.
Michael's last post got me to put the Counting Crows on shuffle. As I'm wrapping this up, "Long December" came on.
Probably not the best sign.