I think everyone knows that this year is a little bit different than the past ones we've had. For everyone. A few of us went to college, a few of us became upperclassmen, and one of us even injured himself off the XC team and now must deal with my endless cripple jokes (Not that he actually reads this). In a nutshell, there's a good degree of "What the fuck?" ingrained into all of our perceptions of the '07-'08 school year at this point. I'm not just talking about new things for me, they don't scare me so much. But last year, I had an established friend group at the beginning of the year, and a handful of new people seemed to throw themselves into my life, and quickly became my friends. Basically, the higher power who governs high schools spoon-fed me a unique and enjoyable year and atmosphere when I hadn't even asked for it. Last year had new faces, new friends for the Klingon and plenty of drama what with new relationships and prospective relationships ( As much as I don't understand it, becoming the Frank just to end up playing hours of black shades in the comp lab was an experience I wouldn't do without if given the choice. Oh wait, I do understand; Now I'm Batman, motherfucker.)
Life used to have taste, it used to be something I touched and interacted with almost violently. But now, I feel disconnected. I feel as if winter has just fallen and I've begun to forget the senses I used to excercise on summer days. Don't be too flattered, matriculators, I miss you, but it's more than that.
But J_Verts put it well in describing my protege hunt: I'm being impatient. I suppose I have to give this year time to envelope me. With exposure comes feeling.
-OSK, Not actually unhappy but utilizing angst for good blogging material. What a whore.
Fuck you, iPod. The only reason this post is such a downer is because of you. Shuffle my balls.
Was that a double cookie?
Triple.
Fuck. Quadruple. Fuck. This needs to end.
FIN, motherfucker.
3 comments:
What an angry, ugly fortune cookie...your making me embarassed to have gotten you back to blogging.
poor emo OSK...I miss you too!!! and yes, you ARE fucking batman dammit!!! (fucking as in emphasis, not you having narcissitic urges, but hey whatever powers your batmobile...)
JV is right, you do need to give this year time. Then again it's junior year, so about half of the time you used to have for that will now be spent doing work. But hey, we're all still alive here on the other side (though it was a close call)
call me anytime (i still haven't recived any of your supposed attempts) though weekends are best, or better yet, COME AND VISIT MEEE!!!
oh, and as for whoring your emo out for writing material: welcome to english class....
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