I’ve seen these posters around our buildings at work. But I didn’t really take them seriously. Then today, while verifying some NCAAF stuff, I saw an ad on Duke’s team page for the IMU.
They have 360 blogs – that tickles me for some reason. Its almost as bad as watching the closed captioning of Laguna Beach. Maybe worse. Depends on your tolerance for reading phrases like I wish I could just capture the love we share or?Send me a pic of your boat if you have a nautique… or badace.? The comments, though sparse, are pretty entertaining too.
Sigh. To be 19 again.
It is interesting to go back and read what you’ve written years ago and how time puts things into perspective. I get a kick reading my old stuff. Can’t help but think – what a drama queen – or – how insightful, you really are deep…
Maybe the word surreal doesn’t get used as much as you grow older. Or amazing. Or the best.
I dunno if that’s good or bad.
But I’m gonna start watching the show…
I couldn’t help myself, I followed the “capture the love” link and read some of the most
recent entry…and then I threw up a little in my mouth:
“for a really long time, i was obsessed with feeling infinite. there would be so many nights, i would drive down my city with the wind blowing through my hair and my stereo blasted as high as it could go and me, singing at the top of my lungs. infinite.
bernard and i would sometimes sit in his car in front of my house with bright eyes ringing in our ears and our seats back. we were under the stars and we were together. we owned the world and again, i felt infinite”
uhlck…and again. well, at least she isn’t afraid to put herself out there to be abused
by dorks like me. that’s something.
Yeah, but that is the beauty of it…
infinite beauty of it.
but now, i’m older and the world has worn me down and i no longer let my mind open up to such silliness. such infinite silliness.
but sometimes i miss it.