Title says it all. For this post, I'm not going to follow the 'finer points' of grammar, by which I mean that most things are going to not be spell checked, and I'm not re-reading this twice to find errors. And, I'm going to say what is on my mind, so, reader beware, you're in for a scare. (+5 cool points if you get the reference!)
Ok. So, you know those days, when everything is just... Stupid? Where everything someone says is so.... Stupid? When all you can think about is how you are so... Stupid? Yeah. We've all had them. I'm not having one though. Today (though it ends formally in five minutes) has been great, actually. I had a lot of fun today and yesterday. But, right now, I'm having one of ^those^ hours. I honestly have not a clue in the world as to what could have caused it. There I was, on my fouton, texting people, throwing my football when I started thinking about next year, which is something I do often. But this time, I wasn't thinking of marching band (for once). Instead, I thought of how all of my friends are graduating. How next year, I'm going to have to find a new place to sit. How, next year, I'm not going to have anyone to text all the time. I'm not going to have someone to go to and tell my stupid stories that only they would find funny, all the time. I'm not going to be able to do this, and do that. And it is driving me insane!!!! For once in my life, I'd like to be content. For once in my freakin life, I don't want to worry about the future, because that's all I do nowadays! "I'm taking this class next semester" "I'm going to this university" "I'm moving" Blah freaking blah. Guess what people. Contrary to popular belief, not one person on this planet besides yourselves gives a crap! So stop telling me about the future, and allow me to live in the present!
But, really, what annoys me more? People talking about the past. That REALLY ticks me off. It's already happened. Deal. Now, I'm a fan of history, so don't get me wrong. It's not that I don't believe you can learn from it, no, I just don't like how people choose to relive their glory days. Like a person, 45, still wearing his high school football team's jacket because they went to state that year. Yeah, you, fat guy I saw in Wal-Mart. Get over it! Seriously!
Ok. The future thing keeps drawing me back, so I'm just gonna go with that for now. So, now then. Totally lost my train of thought there... Oo... Crap. Oh, yeah, now I remember. So, one of those "quotes" from the earlier paragraph was about moving. Moving really annoys me. Y'know why? Because it happened to me so many freaking times. And it made me who I am. Am I proud of it? Yes. Would I wish it upon my worst enemy? Never. So, it really... I don't know... Irks me to hear someone say that they can't wait to move. Because they have absolutely no idea. No. Earthly. Idea. They don't know the alienated feeling of the first day of a new school. How you're on the outside looking in. The look on the other kid's faces when they look you up and down to see where you "belong". They have no idea the terror you face the day before. No idea of what to expect. For those of you that have never moved from a school to a completely different place, here's a basic rundown. It's the day before hand. You have butterflies in your stomach compared to nothing before. Your newly constructed bed is shaking from a loose bolt, and your stomach is about to make you keel over. Trust me, you aren't getting ANY sleep that night. Your dad wakes you up just a little bit early, you shower very quickly and very precisely, and you eat a breakfast that you can barely stomach. You're driving there, and your parents are giving you words of encouragement. They don't help in the slightest. You get there, and you're given your schedule (your parents signed the paperwork days ago), and are shown to your next class. The teacher, of course, makes you get up to the front of the class and say your name and something interesting about yourself. "My name is ******, and I want to sit down." But, no, it'll come out as. "My... Um... Name is *****, and I like... to.... er.... read." Not the best thing to say, by the way. Ecspecially if you are in the class of kids who mostly can't read... =\. But, really, it isn't your fault. The butterflies have reached maximum and the looks of the kids are terrifying. But really. That isn't the worst part. The worst part is when the kids ask you if you know their names for days and days on end, because a new kid isn't very common. The worst parts come when you go to the bathroom, and two guys look like they mean business. One fake swings, as a joke on the new guy, and you automatically duck and realise they're laughing at the nerd. No. Just kidding. The worst part, no joke this time, is when you realize, after a few weeks... That the odds are you will never see a single one of those people you left behind, ever again. When it finally becomes... Complete inside of you. That, no matter what, these are going to be your new friends......
Wow. It felt really good to vent that. Thanks for reading this... 5... followers... lol. And remember. Heroin is only healthy if taken in the shower. Peace!
