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Privacy:
I don't know why, but I was thinking about privacy earlier today, or lack thereof, especially with regards to being cooped up at the parent's house for the last two days. I'm not complaining. Honestly, I'm not, it's just that there's a serious shortage of privacy when you don't exactly have a room with a door on it, or a room at all for that matter. I just have wanted to blare the music for a few minutes, but that hasn't quite worked out cause the stereo's in a heap on the kitchen table along with the other electronic devices, and the headphones are my other option, but my computer's set up in my parents' office area. I'm jammed in between an end table and the piano, and it's funny sometimes cause they'll start asking me questions about stuff for work and I'll get annoyed and reach over (three inches) to pound out that annoying "duh-dunt!" theme from Jaws.
This is the weirdest part - no one was enthusiastic about watching The Simpsons earlier. Yeah! I know, it's fucking crazy. At the "old" apartment it'd be a race to drop everything to watch it, but not here. No way, sir. Not one bit. Everyone actually left the room, but congregated again later for that damn L.A. Law reunion movie, which was cheesy as hell if you ask me. Why wait ten years to get back together and write a "movie" that just seemed like a really long episode, and a dumb one at that, with lots of unfinished business getting wrapped up in literally the last five minutes of the "film". Like Susan Dey (sp?), for example, kissing that well-tanned guy at the very last minute. Only seconds to spare, out of nowhere, and they start sucking face. It was enough to make me want to scream. Swear to the grass around my great-grandfather's grave.
And this is it -- I'll stop whining. I'm sitting in the same room again, with the computer on, Duvall blasting through the headphones, and I seriously wish I was back in Normal right now. I was sitting at that damned bar last night looking around the room just praying I never end up back here again. It's not a slam against the people that I went to school with or anything, it's just ... this town has the ability to suck the ambition right out of your bones. There was so much wasted talent there last night - people that I know play instruments or write or are smart as hell, and they've all just kind of let the world slide right off their backs, and they're all content to sit in their cars and let the streets of this tiny little outcropping be their streets. I know I'm no shining example of ambition or anything. I know I'm taking forever to finish school, but still, at least I'm working towards something, or at least I've given opportunities a chance every once in a while. Maybe I'm being a judgemental asshole right now. That would be so like me.
Maybe I should just go to sleep. I hope you all understand that it'll most likely just be me here this summer. I have a feeling I'm going to be ranting like a madman starting here in the next few weeks. Traveling season is upon me again. *sigh*
Privacy:
I don't know why, but I was thinking about privacy earlier today, or lack thereof, especially with regards to being cooped up at the parent's house for the last two days. I'm not complaining. Honestly, I'm not, it's just that there's a serious shortage of privacy when you don't exactly have a room with a door on it, or a room at all for that matter. I just have wanted to blare the music for a few minutes, but that hasn't quite worked out cause the stereo's in a heap on the kitchen table along with the other electronic devices, and the headphones are my other option, but my computer's set up in my parents' office area. I'm jammed in between an end table and the piano, and it's funny sometimes cause they'll start asking me questions about stuff for work and I'll get annoyed and reach over (three inches) to pound out that annoying "duh-dunt!" theme from Jaws.
This is the weirdest part - no one was enthusiastic about watching The Simpsons earlier. Yeah! I know, it's fucking crazy. At the "old" apartment it'd be a race to drop everything to watch it, but not here. No way, sir. Not one bit. Everyone actually left the room, but congregated again later for that damn L.A. Law reunion movie, which was cheesy as hell if you ask me. Why wait ten years to get back together and write a "movie" that just seemed like a really long episode, and a dumb one at that, with lots of unfinished business getting wrapped up in literally the last five minutes of the "film". Like Susan Dey (sp?), for example, kissing that well-tanned guy at the very last minute. Only seconds to spare, out of nowhere, and they start sucking face. It was enough to make me want to scream. Swear to the grass around my great-grandfather's grave.
And this is it -- I'll stop whining. I'm sitting in the same room again, with the computer on, Duvall blasting through the headphones, and I seriously wish I was back in Normal right now. I was sitting at that damned bar last night looking around the room just praying I never end up back here again. It's not a slam against the people that I went to school with or anything, it's just ... this town has the ability to suck the ambition right out of your bones. There was so much wasted talent there last night - people that I know play instruments or write or are smart as hell, and they've all just kind of let the world slide right off their backs, and they're all content to sit in their cars and let the streets of this tiny little outcropping be their streets. I know I'm no shining example of ambition or anything. I know I'm taking forever to finish school, but still, at least I'm working towards something, or at least I've given opportunities a chance every once in a while. Maybe I'm being a judgemental asshole right now. That would be so like me.
Maybe I should just go to sleep. I hope you all understand that it'll most likely just be me here this summer. I have a feeling I'm going to be ranting like a madman starting here in the next few weeks. Traveling season is upon me again. *sigh*
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