If you don’t want to be creeped on by internet folk, James and I both have cellular devices, whose contact digital numerals have been previously archived within your contact hard drive, with whom you can exchange information privately.
It sucks when you like a girl, and you share some really awesome time together, and then it ends. And neither of you are allowed to talk about how much you enjoyed each other. And you have to act like you have never met. And you have shared all of these intimate secrets and touches and jokes, and…
I hadn’t been high since New Year’s Eve, until tonight.
Off some Project X hype shit.
(I’m sure that’ll become the new trend for movie goers of my current generation. Watching all the insanity that occurs in that movie is just plan destined to lead to a night filled with many bad decisions.)
Anyway, I peeped this flick with a few of my homies tonight, and it led to my first time being sub-orbital since we brought in 2012.
And it’s wild, because one part of me realized just how much I’d been waiting for something like this to happen again, and the other part is ashamed of it.
Somehow, subconsciously, I just… know that I should’ve been onto that… that thing… that led me into the next big post-high-school-phase that would’ve been much greater than the life I have now.
But I recognize now that we’re all just in that awkward, in-between transition of life.
And I realize that now, stuck in the in-betweens of life, with no responsibilities…