I am starting to wonder if I'll ever write about something other than girls. I can't go two lines without going all emo and wraping my words around arms that don't reach back. ARRRGHHH!
You tell yourself, "just a phase," but then you sit and watch Truffaut's Antoine Doinel struggle through four or five movies and you finally get it--the hapless and hopeless will always orbit the planets with the strongest gravitational pull. . .girls, man. . . girls. . .
I wasn't always, uhm. . .yeah I was always this doe-eyed when it came to girls. Not that I'm being Duckey anymore, not that girls don't look at me. It's just odd, I am just plain fickle--almost to a fault. A female friend called this trait "cute" and "boy-ish." Not sure if that's really a compliment.
I was walking to Taco Bell in the snow the other day talking about being childish with a classmate. We drew the conclusion that being child-like is different from being child-ish; however the jury is still out on me being "-like" or "-ish" when it comes to the child handle. It's nice to know that I'm not the only one paddling this boat. When the ship of responsibilty eventually sinks this schooner life, at least I know a person that'll get The Simpson's references.
"nobody likes a bi-polar clown" indeed. . .
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