this is stupid

Ah! How the time flies.

I have found myself slipping casually between the cogs of uncetainty and indifference, resulting in an almost blissful kind of uncaring. I dare not call it apathy. My days are occupied thinking about where the fuck I’m going to go to college (early action Stanford, and another list that I might intimate later on if the whimsy strikes me). My weekends are spent working and delicately seeking out oblivion in small quantities. My evenings are spent doing nothing, because I get home and want to go to sleep immediately (put off for a couple of hours only by miscellaneous tasks and idle chat). I feel a little warm on the inside — at once many things, all negating one another and leaving behind only the trace of themselves in some heat.

Luckily, however, I can still ramble like a champ.

With my probing psychological excursion finished for the time being, a list of places that I could probably spend four years:

  • Stanford
  • Dartmouth
  • Princeton
  • Brown
  • Northwestern
  • Pomona
  • Oberlin
  • Haverford
  • Amherst
  • Yale

What does one do with such a list, which I scrawled and folded and carried around in my pocket for several days? I don’t know.

background noise: “The Middle (Acoustic)” Jimmy Eats World [no kidding]

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