My song of the day is "C'mon" by Panic! At the Disco feat. Fun. Have you ever listened to a song that just left a smile on your face after it was over? And then, you simply rewind it and listen to it again. And again. And again. I can listen to some songs over and over again and never get bored with them. I find myself memorizing ever beat, every second of the song. "C'mon" is one of those songs. If you like upbeat, daydream-y music, look it up.
So the story we were supposed to be diving right into? Welcome to page one.
Freshman year was one of the longest school years I have ever been through. But for some odd reason, it feels like just yesterday, I walked into an unfamilar classroom in a purple v-neck t-shirt and a black tutu-style miniskirt, trying to get used to people that I had never been in homeroom with before in my life. I can still hear the rude comments of the boys sitting around me, how I pretended that if I ignored them, they would just slowly fade away. In my mind, I pictured them dying. Ceiling tiles would fall from the ceiling onto their heads. Whoops. Fiction is always ten thousand times better than reality. Or ten million, for that matter. It also feels as if just yesterday, I was handed a brand new laptop from my school, before anyone else was allowed to have theirs. It was for a class, but I felt pretty special, going on Facebook during class and taking funny Photobooth pictures with my friends, even though the purpose of having them was to learn how to use Photoshop.
So many things happened during my freshman year. I got over the first guy I was in love with. Scratch that. I was just obsessed with him. Let's call him Grey. We'll tell his story another time. I also bought myself my first acoustic guitar. I got closer to some friends, lost a few, made a few, and I'm still mad at a few. I developed a much different taste in music. Trust me, at the beginning of my freshman year, I didn't expect to be listening to post-hardcore bands that scream instead of sing. I also didn't expect to be head over heels for a guy I barely knew at all. Which is also a story for another time.
Let's just tell the story of today. Because that's all life is. Random days and events, soon to be forgotten not much later. Why not record them?
Today is Father's Day. I am lucky enough to have a great father who is always around. Well, he's always around because he's been unemployed since I was twelve. But I guess I'm okay with that. Or maybe I've just gotten used to that. My dad can always make my laugh, but he can also ruin my day just as easily. It's funny how honesty works. I went to church this morning, and the pastor said that it has been scientifically proven that children who have loving, caring, fathers grow up to be better people. Is this true? Well, I guess I'll grow up and find out.
The other day, my sister baked banana bread. She instructed me to beat an egg for her, so I did. In front of me in a bowl, there was thick yellow liquid. It was a baby chicken. I had thrown it in a bowl and beaten it down to a liquid with a fork. I didn't like, cry in sympathy and become a vegan, but a thought crossed my mind. I found myself wondering, what if the world was different, and chickens acted like humans, while us humans were like their chickens? What if a chicken was beating an egg, and getting ready to bake it into a small loaf of bread? What if that egg was a human egg? An embryo? What if the egg was me? What if a chicken baked me into banana bread? What would that make me? Well, eventually it would make me chicken shit. What else is new? Weird thoughts go through this head of mine.
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