One moment is no more important than another and all moments quickly run away.
I was greeted by a flurry of snow this morning. Usually by January, snow becomes old news to me. However, this year I appreciate each snow more than the last. The cold hasn’t bothered me, and I’m not sure why.
I’ve come to the conclusion that I enjoy driving more than the average person. I love driving without a destination (music is necessary, nicotine is optional). The fact that I don’t have my own car could either be considered a blessing or a curse. Curse because I can’t drive whenever my little heart desires. However, it’s a blessing because, guess what? I don’t have to pay for all the gas I end up burning up!
I need to start using this more.
I need more Radiohead in my life.
I’ll be honest. I forgot I had a tumblr. D”:
Life’s made me dizzy lately. 3-hour trips to Ludington. Recording studio adventures. Prom dress fiascos. Too much nicotine. Not enough sleep. Not enough food.
Despite all of this, I think I’m happier than I have been in awhile.
My senior year is winding down and it’s a strange feeling. Every day is slipping away faster than the one before, but I’m not terribly sad about that. It’s quite the opposite, really. Sometimes I wish I felt more nostalgic about the whole ordeal, but I just don’t understand why everyone is so attached to high school. I know there are bigger and better things out there for me. Every day it seems like everyone is less and less like me. I feel myself getting older. I dress differently. I don’t want to talk about the same things. I don’t want to laugh at that awkward, geeky kid. I’m not interested in petty gossip. I just want to find someone to talk to about things that matter. I want to find people who will climb trees, share cigarettes, and discuss society and its faults. I want to daydream about abandoning everything and moving to the wilderness in Canada. We wouldn’t actually have to.
It’d just be nice to imagine.
On a different note, my parents have agreed to pay for my first tattoo!
I’m absolutely baffled they agreed to it. So now I’m scrambling to find the perfect one. The idea that it’ll be there forever is terribly daunting, and it makes me nervous that I’ll get sick of it. I’m deciding between the following:
-a traditional henna design (a permanent version, obviously)
-a delicate white tattoo of some sort
-a text tattoo (perhaps a Vonnegut quote)
Decisions, decisions.
Easter bothers me more than it should.
First of all, I don’t believe in a God.
I’m too rational for that shit. So don’t tell me that this was the day that Jesus rose from the dead and saved our sins. You know, if anything, I think Jesus was just a hell of a good prankster. I’m sorry that the majority of the world is too ignorant to realize that. Congratulations.
For some peculiar reason, I was inspired to start a blog. I’m not sure what this blog will become since I haven’t had one since middle school. However, blogs back then were nothing more than a pathetic attempt to look cool to the people you wished were your friends (I guess that’s still the purpose of Myspace and Facebook, though). No one admitted it, but we all competed for the most interesting lives. Elaborate stories were posted about all the friends you saw, and how you liked “_ _ _ _ _” and your friends would comment with their guesses.
Hopefully this blog will end up being slightly more profound, but we’ll see. I’m a little overwhelmed with the possibilities at the moment. But I’m sure I’ll get something up here worth reading.
