Cotton candy and rotten mouth,
You know you're so fucked up.
You know I couldn't help but have it for you.
And everybody knows the way I walk,
And knows the way I talk,
And knows the way I feel about you.
It's all a bunch of shit,
And there's nothing to do around here.
It's totally fucked up,
I'm totally fucked up,
Wish you were here.
- "Wish You Were Here" (Ryan Adams)
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So yeah, I'm not among the healthy right now. From the looks of things, though, I'm not alone. I guess the Flu has been going around campus recently, so at the very least...I'm not alone in wallowing in my own "blah"-ness. So, I got that going for me.
It's the crappy kind that sneaks up on you, too. I mean, I was feeling fairly decent last night when I went to bed, but when I woke up today? Whew...Freight Train, baby. Freight Train.
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Been doing a lot of writing latley. You know the usual...Poems, songs, observations. Typical "I'm bored and stuck in a rut" stuff. It's a lot different than anything I put on here because, as I said a few months back, I made a pledge to not really mention much of my personal PERSONAL life on here anymore. I feel duty-bound to try to entertain you guys a little bit when you click on my blog link, and I'm pretty sure none of you care about how painfully pathetic and miniscule the relationship portion of my life is.
So my thoughts get out in other avenues. I don't know how often you guys try doing stuff like that, but I'd reccomend it. It's kind of cathartic to get some of that junk off of your chest and onto paper. "Rage on the page", I believe it's called. My Creative Writing professor would be proud of me...I think. On the other hand, this is the same lady who basically guarenteed us A's for showing up at class, so I like to think she'd be happy with a big sheet of printer paper that had the phrase "This Space For Rent" on it.
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Got a new phone a few days ago. Yup, finally traded in the old Kyocera junker for a sleek new Samsung Camera/Video Phone. Gotta say, it's pretty cool. It's all shiney and silvery and...camera-ey. Ended up being $50 after the rebates, which all-in-all is pretty solid, considering the kewl little things it's capable of doing.
For a day or two there, I felt like the B.M.O.C. (*Cough*Big Man On Campus*Cough*) untill, you know...I realized I'm Colin Harris, and I'm about as far from "Big", "Big Man", or "Big Man on Campus" as any human being can possibly be.
...Is "F.B.O.N.A.L.A.A.O.C." (Forgetable, Boring, Ordinary, Average-Looking, Almost-Adult on Campus) too long of an acronym?
Forever in neutral,
Colin
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