Comfortably Numb?
Nowadays, I’m perfectly content; there’s nothing I yen for. I feel like I have no standard to surpass since I’m on the verge of graduating. This makes me feel really content because I have no more expectations for myself…for a while atleast. Today was the last day I get to see some people…forever, an appalling feeling if you ask me. I still didn’t get some to sign my year book =(
My senior skip day was pathetic compared to others’, I stayed at school for an hour after the ceremony to eat home made lunch with people. Then went and saw the new Terminator. I knew the Terminator was a series but I thought each movie stood indepently but I was wrong since I didn’t even get what was happening 3/4 the movie. Fail? But its cool, I had fun.
Another thing, because I’m perfectly happy. I have everything I could want. I’m just bombarded with inactivity and it bugs me—a lot. I am terribly bored and living in Dallas and being under 17 is the worst thing ever. There’s nothing to do. I went to the an end of the year party sponsored by a club called JWAC. It was at this person’s house. Trampolines, foosball, basketball and rap music made it fun. But after a while, parental presence was just…ehhh. And I’d rather prefer 1 on 1 interactions with people so it boring really quickly. As I was leaving and walking out toward my car to get my wallet, a huge ass mosquito swiftly flys into my mouth and gets stuck in my trachea -_- I can still feel it in my throat. This just adds more trifling troubles to my life.
I don’t think maturing is supposed to feel this doleful, listless, and inhumane.
