I wish I had something really riveting to post today. Truth is, I don't. I thought perhaps I should hold off and not post unless I had something of more substance. Where is the fun in that though? This way I can look back one day and hopefully find a good reason I went ahead and posted this. Maybe.
Currently, I'm taking a breather in the form of feet propped on my coffee table, casual reading material at my side, dogters very near by, as in sleeping like rocks on either side of me, basically invading what personal space and time I allowed myself tonight. Beetches. Anyhow, I finished homework early that is due tonight and have a big day of filming tomorrow so might as well as zone out to some YouTube music vids and couch dance while blogging and organizing my online files, right? I am presently jamming to old school jams such as Big Tymers "Still Fly"; various Nelly-"Dilemma", "Hot in Herr", you know the good stuff; and Eve 6 among others. Between my post yesterday and today, where did my nostalgia for my generation come from? Big Tymers takes me right back to jamming as a 16 year old just driving with my homies. My friends and I prided ourselves on knowing all the words and would rock. out. big. tyme. I mean, seriously, can you envision anything funnier?
I think it really comes from the idea that I graduated HS 10 years ago. Reflection naturally comes with this, right? It's a milestone in adulthood I suppose. It's a fortunate thing to meet any kind of milestone and this one is no different. This symbolizes just enough time that you could drastically change from who you thought or others thought you were for 12+ years growing up or can expand on being the same person you always were. Change is def a factor though. Other "grown up" experiences tend to occur in this situation like college, engagements, marriage, babies, jobs, mortgages, basically self sufficiency in a whole new way. It's enough time to straighten up, screw up, give up, get up, whatever. Really, best I can surmise is that it's one more chapter to your life story. Good, bad, indifferent, its yours. Own it, be it, love it, and on to the next canigetanamen?
Well, that's that. Oh and there's the fact I listened to and watched Miley's song/video "We Can't Stop" for the first time ever tonight. Well...I don't hate it. I like her more and more too. Who knew? She's just being Miley indeed. I love her spunk. Girlfran is rocking to her own beat that's for sure. I admire it. And her cute hat thing with the cage veil hanging down in black. Fab doll! Gooo Miley, gooo Miley!
Currently, I'm taking a breather in the form of feet propped on my coffee table, casual reading material at my side, dogters very near by, as in sleeping like rocks on either side of me, basically invading what personal space and time I allowed myself tonight. Beetches. Anyhow, I finished homework early that is due tonight and have a big day of filming tomorrow so might as well as zone out to some YouTube music vids and couch dance while blogging and organizing my online files, right? I am presently jamming to old school jams such as Big Tymers "Still Fly"; various Nelly-"Dilemma", "Hot in Herr", you know the good stuff; and Eve 6 among others. Between my post yesterday and today, where did my nostalgia for my generation come from? Big Tymers takes me right back to jamming as a 16 year old just driving with my homies. My friends and I prided ourselves on knowing all the words and would rock. out. big. tyme. I mean, seriously, can you envision anything funnier?
I think it really comes from the idea that I graduated HS 10 years ago. Reflection naturally comes with this, right? It's a milestone in adulthood I suppose. It's a fortunate thing to meet any kind of milestone and this one is no different. This symbolizes just enough time that you could drastically change from who you thought or others thought you were for 12+ years growing up or can expand on being the same person you always were. Change is def a factor though. Other "grown up" experiences tend to occur in this situation like college, engagements, marriage, babies, jobs, mortgages, basically self sufficiency in a whole new way. It's enough time to straighten up, screw up, give up, get up, whatever. Really, best I can surmise is that it's one more chapter to your life story. Good, bad, indifferent, its yours. Own it, be it, love it, and on to the next canigetanamen?
Well, that's that. Oh and there's the fact I listened to and watched Miley's song/video "We Can't Stop" for the first time ever tonight. Well...I don't hate it. I like her more and more too. Who knew? She's just being Miley indeed. I love her spunk. Girlfran is rocking to her own beat that's for sure. I admire it. And her cute hat thing with the cage veil hanging down in black. Fab doll! Gooo Miley, gooo Miley!
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