So here I am reading The Shoebox Project at 1:45 on a friday night and suddenly I think. Oh. I am 17-almost-18 years old. This is my senior fucking year of high school and then what. I don't know. I really don't. In less then three month's I'll be 18. It's a strangely sobering thought that makes me want to be anything but sober.
I need to buy some boots. I need a haircut. I need today's Teefury shirt. I need a plan and a new notebook and some consonants and I need to learn how to annunciate and I need some friends real friends and I need want need to talk to my brother Kody. It seems completely irrational that he is only about 1 and 1/2 years older then me and he's living in a completely different country, 10 hours in the future and had aged so much in the span of the year since he's left and oh gosh I miss him I miss him and I don't want to grow up and I never have but you can't stop it so why even try. Holy shit. I don't want to go to college. I just got out of 12 years of schooling. Isn't that enough? I want to learn and go on adventures. I've not told anybody this. But basically- my dream career is Indiana Jones-ing. If that makes any sense. God. I don't know. Shit, I don't want to do something like the same thing every day, monotony and boring and office work and supervisors and stuff. I want. Explosions and adventure and mystery and romance and Sherlock Holmes-ing and MacGyver-ing and Justice League-ing.
The Dr. Martens flash site is almost giving me a seizure. Fuck I need some BOOTS like some stomping around, here the fuck I am boots. My footwear needs to be asserting. I need combat boots.
I want to cut my own hair. Like now. But not now. Lamely I need to look presentable for work. As soon as I'm done with all that nonsense I am taking a pair of scissors to my hair with a rough idea of what I want and a daring fearlessness.
25 July 2009
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You read my mind. I can't figure out what I want to do. Sometimes I'll say 'journalism', but then I'll think about architecture. Or music. Or fashion design, or bookbinding. If traveling is what you want to do, maybe you could write travel stuff? It's an idea, anyway.
ReplyDeleteDUDE. BOOKBINDING. Would that not be super fun? Only cos I read Inkheart and Mo is a bookbinder. Actually, it would be kinda boring.
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