|My fruit filled precipice
||[Nov. 13th, 2007|02:20 pm]
|||||Dragonforce - Through the Fire and Flame, Tegan and Sara - Underwater||]|
I'm staring at this starburst, wondering why there is a "retro" flavor, and why it has to have a white wrapper. Disco Berry? It's interesting, the little things that throw me off into a tangent of thought and subsequent questioning of my environment. More over, is it that simple, to just eat the damned thing, and be content with the flavor, or spit it out in disgust, depending on the taste? Maybe i do think to much about things. Then again, maybe people dont think enough sometimes. it's a symbol of things, i swear it! Regardless, none of this changes the fact that not only have i been listening to one band lately on the whim and advice of a friend, but i've never actually listened to an entire CD before today. And, i'll be damned if i want to say to my kids "Yeah, the first CD I ever listened to start to finish was by Tegan and Sara." That's not to say the music is bad, but i mean, come ON. Wait a minute, HAH! this is the 2nd, as i recall now, through my own clouded memory, Nightfall in Middle Earth! Blind Guardian, you have saved me in more ways then one.
It sounds childish, but, the fact that i cant ever get high and be stupid for an afternoon brings a damper to my spirits. Although, I do suppose
it's about time i grew up, whatever that means. By what definition were my actions childish? And to what extent were they not? It really was just a release, a derailing of my train of thought for a few hours, so i could laugh at nothing and smile about everything. But now, it seems, i can take that simple pleasure without needing such things. Maybe that's part of growing up, or that's what it is to me, at least. It's the 4 chapters worth of work, it's the 9 lab exercises i've put off until today, and probably wont even do. Until friday, when it's all due. That's the part of me that doesn't want to grow up. But it'll get done, because it has to be done. And then i'll lay in the grass, watch the clouds drift over, and smile, knowing that i can hold on to my childish delusions just a day longer.
Huh. Whadaya know, it did taste pretty good.