I FIND TYPING IN ALL CAPS REFRESHING. I MEAN, DON'T YOU JUST LOVE THE PARALLELISM? THE JUXTAPOSITION OF ALL THE LETTERS AND HOW THEY MANAGE TO ALIGN THEMSELVES SO PERFECTLY AS YOU TYPE?
I IMAGINE YOU CAN HEAR ME SHOUTING AS I TYPE THIS.
Okay, I'll stop.
Yeah, I haven't posted in quite some time. School's basically started and I have my hands full with procrastinating on my homework and going out everyday. I've suddenly begun spending myself into debt, so I've productively begun writing out all my expenditures in a handy little notebook everyday. Hopefully this will prevent me from losing all my money within a week's time.
I wanted to write some deep, thoughtful blog about how it's my SENIOR YEAR - you know, reflect on all my growth as a person and some other sentimental blah.
I don't know. I don't feel very ... emotional about any of it. I'm actually feeling very indifferent about everything actually.
It's like ... wow, I've never felt more empty. And not the, "my life is meaningless" sort of empty, where I've spiraled myself into utter despair or anything, I just find things so uneventful. With the election and all these other heated issues floating around, it's depressing that nothing has really spurred any emotion out of me as of late.
It's like, I'm trying to fill in all these empty spaces with clothes or movies or books or something, just to fill in the blank - but I find after I turn away for a second those spaces are empty again, and I'm slowly running out of things to fill them with.
Am I having a mid-life crisis or something? Does this mean I'm going to die at the age of 34?
Jesus, I should stop. Complaining about not having anything to complain about makes me sound like such an asshole.