Under the Milky Way Tonight - The Church
So explain to me why doing laundry at my parents' house seems to intensify my feelings of loneliness, hopelessness, and gloom.
(waits for glib remarks about his perpetual nihilism to cease)
I think it's the location. I spent many, many hours here by myself in high school and last year, and I felt just as trapped then as I do now. I supposed it doesn't help that I can walk to all three places where girls have broken up with me in a matter of minutes. Hell, I can even see one from this quaint little kitchen table.
Of course, this is also the location where my only defineable relationship began, and that relationship, while naive and juvenile, was also the happiest time of my life.
Oops, sorry. Force of habit.
*ahem*
So, who's happy that this semester/school year has nearly reached its much-anticipated end? I suppose it's not a good sign that I define my life via institutionalized education, but to me, the end of May hearkens the same sort of reflection that most people reserve for December 26-30. You know, the whole, "Ah, how this year has changed me" thing. Which is probably part of why I'm feeling so emo right now. That and Neutral Milk Hotel is now playing on my iRiver.
I've been reading Questionable Content extensively, and I find it frightening how accurately some of these comics define me. For example:
"You know what I think it is? I need someone who is willing to be patient with me. I'm like a hedgehog--if you just give me time to uncurl, I'll eventually relax and not be so prickly."
"Oh yeah? What happens then?"
"Well, then there's the boss fight, after which I reveal my true form. Neo-Mecha-[Peter] has twice the hit points and a devastating [Emo Wave] attack."
I'm sure Mel is laughing hysterically with the pertinence of the above quote right about now.
According to Weather.com, zipcode 80521 will not be having weather of any sort on May 11. The last of the snow is supposed to come tomorrow, then winter will trundle off to the land of atmospheric oblivion until June. \/\/00+!
(waits for glib remarks about his perpetual nihilism to cease)
I think it's the location. I spent many, many hours here by myself in high school and last year, and I felt just as trapped then as I do now. I supposed it doesn't help that I can walk to all three places where girls have broken up with me in a matter of minutes. Hell, I can even see one from this quaint little kitchen table.
Of course, this is also the location where my only defineable relationship began, and that relationship, while naive and juvenile, was also the happiest time of my life.
Oops, sorry. Force of habit.
*ahem*
So, who's happy that this semester/school year has nearly reached its much-anticipated end? I suppose it's not a good sign that I define my life via institutionalized education, but to me, the end of May hearkens the same sort of reflection that most people reserve for December 26-30. You know, the whole, "Ah, how this year has changed me" thing. Which is probably part of why I'm feeling so emo right now. That and Neutral Milk Hotel is now playing on my iRiver.
I've been reading Questionable Content extensively, and I find it frightening how accurately some of these comics define me. For example:
"You know what I think it is? I need someone who is willing to be patient with me. I'm like a hedgehog--if you just give me time to uncurl, I'll eventually relax and not be so prickly."
"Oh yeah? What happens then?"
"Well, then there's the boss fight, after which I reveal my true form. Neo-Mecha-[Peter] has twice the hit points and a devastating [Emo Wave] attack."
I'm sure Mel is laughing hysterically with the pertinence of the above quote right about now.
According to Weather.com, zipcode 80521 will not be having weather of any sort on May 11. The last of the snow is supposed to come tomorrow, then winter will trundle off to the land of atmospheric oblivion until June. \/\/00+!
2 Comments:
school should be over now.
Yes.
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