Willya lookee that, I have a journal header after ... what, four months of subscription? Yeah, I'm slow.
SLOWLY BUT SURELY CATCHING UP. You guys and your delicious pikshurs.
Let's see, what's exciting? :9 I worked most of the summer away at a Halo Burger, where apparently drunk Kansas men roll in to tell us "I CAME ALL THE WAY FROM KANSAS FOR THE BEST HALO BARGER IN AMEERIKA."
It's sad, though - normally we take a few fun trips over the summer or attempt to incorporate a FRACTION of good fun into it, but this year I was working and my little brother was in summer school, so we really couldn't do -anything-. Though I get to go to Chicago on the magic train for 5 days very soon, which I am wholly excited about. :9 I had so much fun last time, but it was pretty much only 2 days and ... something about cities makes time propel forward at a rather terrifying speed. >> HERE IN QUINTESSENTIAL SUBURBIA life is so contrastingly slow, and you feel the difference even after a short trip.
Funny, though, I've always really wanted to experience city life for a few years when I'm a little older (or possibly when I'm in school
), but the other day, we had the most fucking gorgeous night where you could see the entire sky and the moon was one of those gorgeous golden slivers that are so difficult to turn away from that I had to chase it down in my car... and I wonder just how much I might miss this sweet little suburbia in all its shitty suburbanite glory.
I mean, I love this place. I know it's because I grew up here and I'm a sentimental retard, but I wonder how it might feel to come back to the vast vacuum of a sky after living elsewhere.
And I've grown up in a slow-paced, gas-guzzling-car-dependent way of life and lived it for eighteen years. Would it be too hard to adapt?
Somehow it seems if I stay here forever I'm somehow destined for eternal mediocrity or something, and that scares me a little though I would be otherwise.
...Ironic to hear we been in this town so long we might as well be dead
right now, must say.
I have no idea why I wrote that. Stream of consciousness. lawlz.
GO CHECK OUT EVERYBODY IN MY SHOUTBOX OVAR THAR, PLZ.