I am a 15-year-old elastic band. One that can still stretch somewhat, but in a way that you don’t know when it’s going to break, but you know it will soon.
Yeah. That was my school year up until this point. Still having that insane fully stretched tense feeling going on. Ack! I can’t really think of any interesting things that have been going on. Just sort of posting to remind myself I have a blog, or I’ll forget, and wouldn’t that suck? Not like anyone reads.
Sometimes when I write an entry I like to imagine myself on a cliff out in the absolute middle of nowhere, just sort of talking to the air. That would actually be pretty neat, to stand out there and talk and talk, tell the sky your deepest fears, biggest secrets, etc.
Speaking of cathartic experiences… (yeah, that was a hot segue. Yeah. You liked that, didn’tcha? Rrow.) DAMN. Forgot what I was gonna say. Yeaaah, I lose. Oh well. I’m gonna go nap now. But that would have been an overwhelmingly sexy segue if I’d remembered the next bit.
Actually, I prefer a sort of shore or seaside analogy than that of a cliff. With a cliff, you’re closer to the sky, but it means you have farther to fall. By the sea, in the slow silence when you’re done, you can hear the waves just lapping at the shore and…
I think I’ll stop now.
Comment by Justin — October 5, 2005 @ 8:54 pm