The Futile, the Futile, it Outweighs the Beautiful
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year everyone. I got a 360! Nice! Then I got a bunch of music cds that I can't stop listening to.
I went upstate to ski. I got really homesick. But now that I'm home I got all this work to do. Wow, and tomorrow's our last day of vacation. Project, short story, math packet. Ugh.
Something happened this year. Both Christmas day and New Year's Eve didn't have the same spirit that it had for me in previous years. It was just another day. Since my family left for skiing on Christmas and left really early, I can see why the "Christmas Spirit" had died. For New Years, well, I have no clue. It was just one day going into another. It's going to be the same as any other day.
I got homesick upstate. I missed my friends. I didn't call anyone though. I don't know why. I don't really call people just to talk. I would stop skiing, go into the lodge and sit around. Skiing with my sister was just as lonely as being by myself. We couldn't go back into the hotel because my dad pretty much hogged it for himself. His back has been really bothering him. He lays down a lot. But it's really annoying when you can't do anything else except ski because someone needed a break from 'everyone else.'
The sleepover at JB's was pretty fun. I got really lonely and stuff right before the ball dropped. Maybe that took the fun away. But it was a lot of fun singing Taking Back Sunday songs while John played the guitar. In my opinion, I have an awful singing voice. But singing now has become my way of saying "Shove it." to the world and it's demands for physical, emotional, and mental pefection.
That's what bothers me sometimes. There's something that tells you that the world just has to be perfect. Every little detail in organized order. Everything in line, everything uniform. Now there's a part of me that just says, "fuck this" or something close to that. Why does everything have to be the same? That's funny coming from me. I wear the same thing everyday. I get up at the same time virtually every day. I eat around the same time everyday. FUCK THIS!
That was some good venting. I don't feel any better about it, but I wanted to say something. And John said I was overdue for an blog update. So in the immortal words of Porky the Pig, "Abiggida, abiggida, that's all folks."
P.S. To anyone who reads my blog. Feel free to comment. That's part of the reason why I have a blog. Stop making Pat do all the work.
I went upstate to ski. I got really homesick. But now that I'm home I got all this work to do. Wow, and tomorrow's our last day of vacation. Project, short story, math packet. Ugh.
Something happened this year. Both Christmas day and New Year's Eve didn't have the same spirit that it had for me in previous years. It was just another day. Since my family left for skiing on Christmas and left really early, I can see why the "Christmas Spirit" had died. For New Years, well, I have no clue. It was just one day going into another. It's going to be the same as any other day.
I got homesick upstate. I missed my friends. I didn't call anyone though. I don't know why. I don't really call people just to talk. I would stop skiing, go into the lodge and sit around. Skiing with my sister was just as lonely as being by myself. We couldn't go back into the hotel because my dad pretty much hogged it for himself. His back has been really bothering him. He lays down a lot. But it's really annoying when you can't do anything else except ski because someone needed a break from 'everyone else.'
The sleepover at JB's was pretty fun. I got really lonely and stuff right before the ball dropped. Maybe that took the fun away. But it was a lot of fun singing Taking Back Sunday songs while John played the guitar. In my opinion, I have an awful singing voice. But singing now has become my way of saying "Shove it." to the world and it's demands for physical, emotional, and mental pefection.
That's what bothers me sometimes. There's something that tells you that the world just has to be perfect. Every little detail in organized order. Everything in line, everything uniform. Now there's a part of me that just says, "fuck this" or something close to that. Why does everything have to be the same? That's funny coming from me. I wear the same thing everyday. I get up at the same time virtually every day. I eat around the same time everyday. FUCK THIS!
That was some good venting. I don't feel any better about it, but I wanted to say something. And John said I was overdue for an blog update. So in the immortal words of Porky the Pig, "Abiggida, abiggida, that's all folks."
P.S. To anyone who reads my blog. Feel free to comment. That's part of the reason why I have a blog. Stop making Pat do all the work.
posted by Henry at 9:55 PM
1 Comments:
new year's was fun at hayden's. i understand your feeling of loneliness. i get that a lot.
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