Is anybody out there?
Is anybody out there?
For me to safely say I miss it. The amount of time I dwell on it and wonder about certain things make it clear. I can’t help it.
A long long while, 2 months to be exact. I go to a big person college now so that’s exciting I guess. I do a bunch of activities I don’t feel like talking about because of how much time they take away from playing video games and watching cartoons. But being here does feel right despite the fact of how much I miss my family and friends more than anything. It’s interesting now that the idea of coming home for a weekend feels like a vacation.
I miss my job,
I miss my dog,
I miss playing basketball with kids that aren’t over competitive and dunk on me
and I miss everything feeling cohesive and easy.
But if I backed out now all the hours I’ve put into the things I’ve worked hard on would be worthless.
batman was pretty coo
So tonight was the screening of my film racing team’s final video of the summer.
The premise was drama and in my opinion it was pretty mediocre. That being said it got a pretty positive reception so I’m happy about that. If anything, it looked pretty.
What a fantastic group of friends I have. Some of the most supportive, helpful and creative people I could ever ask for. I will surely miss them when I leave for school this fall.
film school, here I come.
I imagine it would be in some kind of half empty coffe shop or ice cream parlor not too far from where I am now. Maybe even a park or something. The journalist side of myself, asking all the questions, would wear glasses and record the entirety of the conversation on tape because he thought it had a purer sound. He would set up early and wait for my actual self to arrive. I’d show up five minutes late because I underestimated local traffic patterns or had to check my email for the hundredth time that day. I would walk in looking ruffled with bed head and dressed in a wrinkled nike shirt I had worn the night prior.
The interview would be awkward at first, but I think eventually I’d warm up to myself.
We would talk about my background, favorite restaurants and share our mutual feelings about procrastination. Laugh about our weird taste in movies and comedians.
But eventually the conversation would shift it’s focus towards my life now and my most recent break up. I’d play it straight at first but I’m almost sure I’d break down. I’d confess I had no idea what I was doing and how much I regret doing some of the things I did. Well, one of the things I did.
We’d shake hands and I’d go home and think about everything we’d discussed. Then I’d wake up the next morning, pick up the newspaper and read the headline:
Confessions of indecisive prick.