Tuesday, May 5, 2009

2 Atoms in a Molecule

No words.
Well okay maybe a few.
High school is over. Well, I may or may not have two exams tomorrow and an AP on Thursday, but they don't count. I'm content with failure at this point.
Anyway--so summer. On one hand I am beyond thrilled that I'm getting to do so much in May/June out of town, and I know it's going to be SO fantastic, but then I'm semi-bummed as well. I feel like I'm going to miss that post-senior summer that everyone remembers...I won't be here to do it with my friends. I mean again, I know summer is going to be great, I'm just in a momentary schlump about it. Especially since I JUST met a bunch of new and excellent (and straight) friends and now I hardly get to see them for a month and a half then we all leave for college. Honestly it is so upsetting that I'm just meeting Steven and Matt and all of the other guys just now, because I could've had a really good time being friends with them the last 4 or 5 (or 17) years. It's just annoying, really.
I am going to Dallas for Brett's prom in a week which is going to be EPIC. I think I only think this because this is my one shot at the movie version of high school and I have less than three days to cram it all in...but by God, I will do it. Can't wait.
There are other things I can wait for, though. Like growing up. Except at the same time not. I couldn't articulate my feelings on high school ending if I tried my very hardest. It is weirder than I could ever have imagined. I'd try to explain my feelings, but as previously stated, I would fail.
Whatever. Life's coming at me, apparently. Guess I should start paying attention.

"And if love is just a game
Then how come it's no fun?
If love is just a game
How come I've never won?
I guess maybe it's possible I might be playing it wrong
And that's why every time I roll the dice
I always come undone."

Couldn't have said it better, Noah and the Whale.

Okay so this internet thing won't let me post this now, so I'll try later. But let the records show that this was written the night of Cinco de Mayo '09 whilst avoiding calculus and biology.