What did you learn today, son?

The light on my printer has been blinking for two days. It seems the poor kid has a paper jam. As much as I'd love to help, I really wouldn't know what to do. So, hang in there, little guy. It'll be okay some day.

Everyone seems to be gearing up in preparation for those adventures awaiting beyond the horizon. I feel like I should follow suit, but I've always been a get-out-of-bed-and-go kind of guy. I'll go when the time comes I suppose, but right now, I think I'll just sleep.

As the end comes increasingly near, the beginning and middle won't get out of my head to make room for the new kid. I keep seeing myself as a smaller me with a smaller brain and slightly better vision. I think my eyes were a bit greener back then. I see that SUV i used to pack out on the weekdays and chase the wind in. I see a few good times, a few bad times, and a lot confusion.

The journey takes us through the darkest of caverns and over the most glorious of mountains and through majestic woods of mystery and spontaneity. It takes us next through the aftermath of heartbreak followed by the reconstruction process. Coming up on the left, you'll see the liars and the thieves.

Yes, I have regrets. But through them I've learned my own little clichés that I hope will come in handy one day. If there's one thing I can take with me from high school, it's what Regina Spektor taught me. "People are just people." The social stratification is a mere illusion meant to subdue the dreamers. That football player who stole your girl isn't better than you. He's just... different. And no, that girl is not pretty enough to use you as a stepping stool.

So much for math and science.

"It's different when you're lonely

the whole worlds in love
Holding hands between bar stools
and you're holding your tongue"

-The Good Life

Carmen Sandiego

For those ten minutes, I was smiling. Because I was just as good as anyone else in the room. Hell, I was better. I was happier.

For those ten minutes, I didn't have homework. I wasn't going to college. The real world didn't exist. I didn't need money. I didn't need anything.

For those ten minutes, you smiled back at me. It didn't matter how bad my sophomore homecoming was or that i skipped freshman year's. It didn't matter that I hated last year's prom, and it didn't matter that I would hate this year's. It didn't matter that I didn't get invited to last week's party and wouldn't get invited to next week's.

For those ten minutes, we danced, and we were happy. I didn't know your name. And for those ten minutes, I was in love.

I guess I was never really good at high school. At least I can say that I was always me. Sure do wish that was worth something.

I'm too young to grow up.

Prom With Me?

If I spent half the time I spend doing nothing doing something, I'd do some things.

The other day, my friend asked me if I was lying to him. I said, "Would I lie to you?" to which he replied, "Only if you thought it was the right thing to do." If only.

As I sit here thinking of something to think about, a million things rush into my head but escape before I can greet them. I'm feeling vague today.

So it appears that prom season is officially open. The excitement, drama, and exclusion have begun and infatuation is in the air. It appears the stage is set ever so perfectly for the breaking of hearts and the slaughter of self esteem. After all, only the fittest survive. I suppose I'm caught up in the hysteria as well to be honest, but I'm not sure if I'm up for another round of getting used and abused this year. Maybe I should stop making excuses and make a move. But then I remember that I don't have any moves.

If I spent half the time I spend thinking about my flaws working to fix them, I wouldn't be on this computer right now.