Archive for November 24th, 2002

i time bomb

Sunday, November 24th, 2002 at about 4:26 pm

i time bomb

Last night was the Turkey Trot, the November dance. I don’t know why they insist on these stupid names. But in a way, they kind of make sense. The stupidity of the name reflects so well the stupidity of the entire concept. Not our dances in particular, just the entire concept is…. odd. But that doesn’t make any sense.

The dance was fairly normal. Some vicious sophomore alpha girls tried to take my pants off (twice), but I was wearing a belt. “Always be prepared.” Zuke thinks its a bad idea, of course, but then he has even less of an idea what he’s talking about than I do. All I know is that I didn’t really want to be standing in the middle of a crowded room with my jeans around my ankles. It wasn’t that kind of night.

Other than that, nothing terribly special. Towards the end they played Nirvana’s “Smell Like Teen Spirit.” I don’t think I’ve ever seen Cordelia so happy. We went up towards the front, and she was screaming out the lyrics at the top of her lungs. It was a lot of fun, too. “I love this song!” she says, with this funky little smile on her face and her eyes all lit up. We ran headlong into a group of freshman/sophomore boys jumping up and down. I don’t think they quite expected a mosh, so it didn’t really work. Not that the teachers standing off in the corner would have let it turn into anything fun, but we’re proud of ourselves for trying.

Hooray for emotional roller coasters, for all those damnable influential little things, and for not caring what it means or what’s going on so long as it makes you happy.

I’m listening to blink-182’s “Anthem” over and over again while I write this. I don’t know why.

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telepathy

Sunday, November 24th, 2002 at about 12:52 pm

telepathy

I have just discovered that a bunch of my friends from New Jersey (all the asian ones, for some reason) have Xanga sites. This provides me with reading material for a while. And a way to figure out what the hell I’m missing. I shouldn’t care this much, because it’s over and I’m never permenantly going back. But I do.

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quizzical

Sunday, November 24th, 2002 at about 12:13 am

quizzical

Damnit, why must I so desperately want what I can’t have? Even something totally unconsidered suddenly becomes more interesting (at least to some small degree) when its off-limits. How despicably human of me. At least its only temporary (as is everything, I’m finding).

The Barenaked Ladies are singing “Tonight is the Night I Fell Asleep at the Wheel.” Say what you will about them, but I cannot help but like a band that comes up with a song like this. The lyrics are somehow very simple but seem important. Even if they’re just about a car crash:

“In all the confusion, there’s something serene.
I’m just a posthumous part of the scene”

But now it’s moved on to something Green Day.

I believe it when people say history repeats. It certainly seems to for me, at least. However, it isn’t such a bad thing; it’s just a second chance in disguise. If I’ve got enough grey matter to remember why shit went bad last time, this time it doesn’t have to happen. Part of me knows this, at least. The other part of me falls straight into trouble for the same reasons it did the first time around. It’s amazing, my stupidity that way. It’s like the dog who returns after being kicked away. Maybe he just doesn’t know any better. Or maybe he’s starving.

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