| I need an adventure.
I look at teenagers' photos on blogs or myspace or whatever and I feel like I missed out when I was young.
Often I think about being 18, driving to Maine and then going to Boston and Portsmouth, NH, the beach, the cool record store, the breakfast at the punk diner, cotton candy ice cream, people being dicks to us at Harvard, the homeless guy who stood on his head, the hitchhikers we drove two hours out of our way to Portland, sleeping on air mattresses in a house where they don't even close the back door, trying to pick up a boy with a bad heavy metal perm in a parking lot, getting lost in the wrong state, waking up at 4 a.m. to drive home through five states and still fit in a full day of work. All in three days.
I've lived in Philly three years and I've hardly seen anything. Last year I wrote the same thing, only replace three with two.
I don't have anyone do anything with. Who wants to go on an adventure? |
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| Oh hi, remember me?
Yeah, me neither. |
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| Today I went to two of my classes for the first time in two months.
It's been a really rough semester.
But hey, just one week left, I'm feeling better, and I'm rocking out to Queen. |
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| Freshman year, some annoying bitch spotted a gray hair on my head and ripped it out for me. You know, to cover the shame that all women are obligated to feel about having a gray hair, I guess.
Everyone on my dad's side started going gray when they were very young, resulting in an entire family with the salt and pepper look. (Hey, it works for George Clooney.) I'm actually surprised that I've only ever found a few grays so far.
Today, I found an eyebrow hair that's white.
White.
Not gray at all. Completely void of all color.
Now that just looks fucking weird.
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