Today was my last, first day of school. And I’m happy. I feel extremely easy going. I feel excited. I feel new. I feel hopeful that this year won’t droop back down to what you expect after the first week of school.
I’m excited to make this a great year.
But as for the actual day itself, it was interesting. It was surreal from the time Lea picked me up to the end of Homeroom. Then I realized that this was it. I went in already knowing my schedule was completely fucked up, so I didn’t even get to enjoy my awesome first 4 classes… Which were packed with some of my really good friends.
Somehow at lunch I managed to bum-rush through the slew of oversized, overzealous, ridiculous ass freshmen and get to my counselor. And the schedule I ended up with was:
Journalism 2 (Double period because I’m an editor)
Hon English 12 (Because I suck and decided to drop AP)
ADV Media Journalism
Weight Training (Because I suck and decided to not take gym freshman year)
AP Human Geography
Slightly rigorous, focused, manageable. Year looks promising.
My last first day of grade school is coming up, and my life feels more surreal than it’s ever felt in my life.
I happy this humongous chapter of my life is almost fucking over. I’ve spent my entire grade school career preparing for what’s finally approaching. I’ve been forced to do chores and wash my own clothes to get ready to live by myself. I’ve been doing so much shit for basically my entire life thus far, and the final home stretch of preparation is finally almost over.
I’m upset that this humongous chapter of my almost over. I’ve known what’s coming next for my entire life. I knew I was moving up a year, that I was going to White Oak, to Blake. I’ve always had the backing of my friends and family—but I won’t a year from now. What my entire life has been is about to completely change.
It’s scary to think that my life thus far has been like a prelude. Establishing who I am, what kind of person I’m going to be, where I’m going. I’m afraid and excited that this up coming year will set the direction of my life in stone…
I thought the shows were getting dumb, and the cartoons were becoming one big ADHD train wreck, but it really hasn’t changed much at all. If anything I think it’s better now than it was when I was younger.
They have inspirational commercials, variety of families and kids on all the shows, programming with meaning other than pure entertainment.
I watched Phineas and Ferb the other night expecting the worst, but it is one of the funniest yet thought provoking shows I’ve ever seen. Maybe it was because I was very smacked, but maybe my eyes were just open.
I’m glad that Disney is actively addressing all the “problems” with today’s generation. I’m excited because as small as it seems, those channels drill values in to our heads like its nothing.
I’m just excited to live in a world where majority of the conservative, illogical, non-receptive old masses die off and a newer, more liberal and socially active mass become what defines this country.
Even MTV is doing it. With shows like “If You Really Knew Me” and “Jenks”. I know this is really optimistic and nearly idealistic almost to the extent of naivete, but I feel like it’ll be real soon.
I’m in the Outerbanks, NC currently (OBX BRAAAH). And I’ve been having a lot of fun. It’s my first literal brake all summer. No work, no trying to make moves. Just laying low, going to the beach and relaxing.
I’m ready to come home, and I’m pretty ready for school to start. I would be even more ready if I had actually put a dent, let alone started my summer work. I haven’t even really been school shopping.
I get back Sunday and basically my school year starts then.
Summer 2010: you were probably one of the best summers I’ve ever had.
I know this is a pretty old song, but it’s still fucking amazing. I told myself I would get hip to Wiz a long ass time ago, but for some reason I never do. Like I know I can easily take all of his stuff from my friend, Connor (http://conzi.tumblr.com), but I don’t. I kind of like not having his music on demand all the time, though.
the president and CEO of American Apparel yesterday.
I came in to work (fucking 6 mins late) and shook the hand of the boss of my boss’s boss. Everybody was freaking the fuck out. Apparently he decided to pop up since he’s never been to the Georgetown location. It was the most surreal 3 hours of my life. He had a fucking entourage of fucking American Apparel power following him around too.
The funniest thing was probably his girlfriend who was tagging along. She had the thickest accent and came in wearing a knee length, sheer, white dress with nothing underneath. No underwear, no bra. Tits and bush showing. Too fucking American Apparel for me to handle.
It fucking blew my mind when I was putting these new cardigans that we just got in that day out on the floor. He was standing right there and said: “So what do you think? I just designed them, but I’m a little worried about the stitching in the front…”. I had not fucking idea what to say, but we had a brief conversation about how we don’t have any oversized cardigans and he said: “Huh… I’ll consider that”. Blow my world.
If you don’t know who he is just google his name. It will explain everything.
The idea of time has been all I’ve been thinking about for the last week. It blows my mind every time I try and think about it.
Like we base time off of the revolutions of the earth. But then it’s different days and different times in different places in the world—but they’re still in the present with us. The east coast doesn’t exist in the future, while the west coast is in the past. And then different planets. Different planets that spin slower than earth: time doesn’t move slower there? What’s keeping up with time everywhere? What is time outside of earth time out in the middle of space where nothing’s spinning?
In a void where nothing is growing older in space is time even moving? I’ve blogged about this book Slaughterhouse Five before, but I agree with the author—that the past, present and future all exist at the same time. Like, “Damon was typing, Damon is typing, Damon is going to type, Damon will always type”. Like every moment that we live through is suspended in time in the past as we get pulled in to the future.
For the last week all anything has come down to is: “it’s not about you”. And I wish more people just considered the thought for a while.
I swear its the reason why people take things so personally, or why people get in petty fights. People don’t exist in this world to make you happy or to piss you off. It’s not about you! I wish everyone’s factory setting was on, “people don’t give a fuck,” rather than, “I’m the fucking center of the universe”.
Can’t we for a second consider that people do things for themselves. That they do things without considering you. That things just have to be done and it’s bigger than you. That other people are insecure. That people have fucked up lives. I’m getting progressively more and more cliche, but I really do wish people took cliches like these to heart.