Me: "I want to be famous. It's kind of a problem."
A.L.: "DREAMS ARE NOT PROBLEMS!"
Me: "They are if you have to deal with Freddy. Or Jason. Whichever one, you know, did the stuff with the dreams."
A.L.: "OR IF IT'S FUCKING INCEPTION!"
I think I'm just going to start putting quotes of silly conversations I have with my friends at the start of my posts now. This post will not have an overall point unless I find it somewhere in the mess.
I'm a senior, and it's sort of crazy to be in my last semester of grade school...ever. I guess, theoretically, I could still fail every class and not be able to graduate and go to college, but that is highly unlikely.
I would like to apologize for writing so well for like two weeks and then totally stopping. I didn't want to write the second half of the interpol post because I was afraid it wouldn't stand up to the first one, and now I'm at the point where it is probably never going to be written. I promise that from this moment forward, I will look for interesting things to blog about and story arcs to pursue, and hopefully writing at all will reinspire my creativity, and get me out of this silly funk I've been in for a few months.
I have some intense forensics competitions coming up, one of the most important of which being state, as it is my last chance to get a state ring. I don't even care about the honor, the glory, or the fame, I just want a state ring. And this year, I will get one, even if I have to compete in every single debate event to get it. At least, I hope so.
I swear I will fine things to talk about. I swear.
Does this lack of interesting subjects make me look hipster?
No. No it doesn't.
Being boring is totally un-hipster.