Music: Dashboard Confessional - Jamie - MTV Unplugged 2.0
Mood: Tired
The past week has been rather boring. Things of consequence have occured, and other things that really mean nothing in the grand scheme of things have also taken place. Together, this comprises another listless stitch of time in what is rapidly becoming the tapestry of my life.
The last time I cut my hair was something around May 1st. It's October 31st. That's some dapper growth there.
Halloween is the stupidest holiday ever. Period. The premise of kids running around frantically collecting candy that we are technically required to dole out by the fistfull just seems too contrived to really make sense. Please, someone explain to me how this could reflect/relate/or demonstrate some value or thread of moral substance fromt the past. How the hell does something like this get worldwide notoriety, but something like Arbor Day (Trees, not the type you blaze, but the one's you breathe) gets left off all the College day-planners?
When I was a kid, I hated Halloween, not because of my lack of candy gusto, BUT, because I always felt like it was such a lame excuse to wear a costume and meet your neighbors. Then they took it to another level, where you had to dress up in your costume and wear it to school, so you could walk around with the 47 other Red PowerRangers and 76 NinjaTurtles in the second grade. What's worse, as you get older, those 'kids' you used to pass on your way down the hill to the Jefferson's house with the firecrackers have found new, innovative ways of maintaining their senseless profundidity for foolish shit; now they have cars, and are of age to drink, drive, and die. Candy is replaced with Vodka Redbulls and shots of god knows what flavor of the week. Last year, we went out to go clubbing but within ten minutes of getting to the club we realized we were better off at home, not wasting our time, money, and lives chasing what some consider the "American Dream". What the hell is that shit anyways?
If you couldn't tell before, I am really bitter about this time of year. I hate the change in weather, I loathe the fact that it gets dark now at 4:30, and I just wish we could all fast-forward to say, June of 2006. We'd all be much happier that way, I am convinced. I mean, this weather has me listening to Dashboard. DASHBOARD!?!
You've got some long hair, mate.
Mood: Tired
The past week has been rather boring. Things of consequence have occured, and other things that really mean nothing in the grand scheme of things have also taken place. Together, this comprises another listless stitch of time in what is rapidly becoming the tapestry of my life.
The last time I cut my hair was something around May 1st. It's October 31st. That's some dapper growth there.
Halloween is the stupidest holiday ever. Period. The premise of kids running around frantically collecting candy that we are technically required to dole out by the fistfull just seems too contrived to really make sense. Please, someone explain to me how this could reflect/relate/or demonstrate some value or thread of moral substance fromt the past. How the hell does something like this get worldwide notoriety, but something like Arbor Day (Trees, not the type you blaze, but the one's you breathe) gets left off all the College day-planners?
When I was a kid, I hated Halloween, not because of my lack of candy gusto, BUT, because I always felt like it was such a lame excuse to wear a costume and meet your neighbors. Then they took it to another level, where you had to dress up in your costume and wear it to school, so you could walk around with the 47 other Red PowerRangers and 76 NinjaTurtles in the second grade. What's worse, as you get older, those 'kids' you used to pass on your way down the hill to the Jefferson's house with the firecrackers have found new, innovative ways of maintaining their senseless profundidity for foolish shit; now they have cars, and are of age to drink, drive, and die. Candy is replaced with Vodka Redbulls and shots of god knows what flavor of the week. Last year, we went out to go clubbing but within ten minutes of getting to the club we realized we were better off at home, not wasting our time, money, and lives chasing what some consider the "American Dream". What the hell is that shit anyways?
If you couldn't tell before, I am really bitter about this time of year. I hate the change in weather, I loathe the fact that it gets dark now at 4:30, and I just wish we could all fast-forward to say, June of 2006. We'd all be much happier that way, I am convinced. I mean, this weather has me listening to Dashboard. DASHBOARD!?!
You've got some long hair, mate.
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