Current mood:

discontent

Baby, this town rips the bones from your back.
Wow.
So I am good at updating.
Sarcasm.
I am procrastinating an 18 page research paper.
Truth.
I don't know. I feel obligated to give a good update while I am here.
So my last update hinted at the fact that I went to Boston to see some celebrities.
Those celebrities were The Lonely Island. So in this case, celebrities was literal.
So they were in town to do a Q & A session at Newbury Comics and an autograph session.
So I decided to go.
And it didn't seem probable because in order to get into the sessions you needed a wristband.
I did not have one. I attempted to forge one but was caught and thrown on my ass.
However, my ass landed near the front of the line so I got inside.
The Q & A was hilarious as expected.
The autograph session was just as rewarding. (*For further information see Sarah's entry about talking to Jorma on the phone)
I was sort of dumbfounded because 1. I was talking with the same comedic genius that I have watched on youtube and SNL for years and 2. Actually doing something that I said i would. It was honestly a dumb idea to travel into Boston to see three comedians when I was told on the phone and by my parents and peers that it was improbable to actually get into said event.
So that was rewarding in more ways than 1.

Time is of the essence.
I feel like there are approximately 12 weeks left of my highschool career.
And I will try not to bore the audience with griping and grieving on that issue, because honestly who doesn't?
People are either "I'm afraid and uncertain" or "Fuck this place, I'm out!"
I'm a little of both. More so the uncertain side. I've been winging things lately.
Let's see how it goes, I have no idea what the plan is or the outcome.
And then there are only 12 weeks left, so I'm in this bind of "I have X time left to accomplish Y. Now find Y"
My math analogies suck, I bet Tommy could do better.
This lack of time and things to get down has got me thinking.
Just in general. About everything.
I need to talk to some old friends.
Or current friends. Or people who have fantastic attention spans.
I feel that many of my peers and parental units don't care much about my minutia becuase they are also puzzling the X/Y problem.
Or are just busy.
I don't know what's going to happen next week or in two weeks. And it's especially difficult to do anything when your kitchen is carved up like a chrismas goose because of construction. Seriously, no kitchen sink.
The summer is going to be a gaggle.
I guess I'm going to Canada for a few days to explore the North.
I'll need to work.
I'll need to live a little.

I feel like this entry was brought on by those old 9th grade feelings of helplessness. Moving targets, you know.
Maybe it's the weather. It was a little on the balmy side, yet tolerable. Like November or October.
Man I should get going on this paper.

Ah I just wrote a few sentences.
Alright, I wrote one.
God I can't shake these issues. just like how Wedge couldn't shake Vader.
They'll be back.

*Correction- Turns out Wedge Antilles was not killed by Vader.

So......................