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Memory and Observation v.1
It felt... Well, terrifying to be walking up delivering papers for an official employment that kicks off in two days. I never honestly thought I'd make it far enough to get a real job where I'm paid real money. I guess from when I was fifteen up to now (not that long) I'd just assume I'd drop dead before entering the real world.
Walking up there I heard kids screaming somewhere nearby. I looked to my left and saw several children who were maybe in first grade running about an enclosed playground, laughing and yelling. It made me feel kind of happy and kind of lonely. I remember when I was in first grade. Andrew and I often got into trouble so I would generally be by the fence, facing away from the other children as punishment for all of recess. I remember seeing that field. It seemed huge when I was so little. I always wanted to just hop the fence and run to it, and go wherever it led to. I never had the guts, though. I couldn't make myself escape and run into the open, no matter how easy it would've been. I had an open gate usually twelve feet to my left, and the dreaded Mrs. Hibbits didn't keep a very close eye.
It seems funny to me, now that I'm older. I sit in the parking-lot right next to the playground and smoke pot with Sean and talk about when we were young. I can still remember when I had to go to that.... That fucking day-care center with all of those crazy ass nuns that never let us do anything. When they let us outside, J and I usually just hung around random places with Paul and whoever else. I miss being that close with J, though this was a long time ago. He's changed a lot and is madly straight-edge, though. That makes me sick. Choosing not to do it is perfectly fine, but when you get to the level where you think of others differently for doing something as meaningless as marijuana is pretty god damn annoying. I'm not going to get into that, though.
I wish people got along, atleast a little bit more. Such extreme different points of view with no room for outside acceptance or even just simple tolerance is what makes this world so hard to live through. Politics suck. Know something? We're not even old enough to vote quite yet. Did you know that? I guess for a while I was on the side of the fence where I would always say "It's fine to have an opinion about politics." I'm not anymore. I'm sick of hearing people talk about Bush and Kerry and all this stupid shit. I wonder how many people even realize or care about the fact that they can't vote yet? I'm not going to waste my time. You don't like homosexuals? Fine. You disagree with smoking weed? Fine. You feel that minorities shouldn't vote? Bite me. You try to force your views down others throats and then get ANGRY or UPSET when they don't agree? Die.
Apparently Mrs. Ramey got a program for senior year where we design the concept and many different aspects for our own personal video-game. God, I'm so glad I switched schools.
I guess I can't be quite as open with this as I'd like to. I suppose all's well that ends well, such as the DDR Announcer likes to tell us when we suck at our steps.
I can remember a time when I was so confident about my art, and not about myself. Those were really the days. Everybody left me alone and I had a small, extremely simplistic group of friends who would just run around the woods and create make-shift weapons while talking about world-domination. We really were little bastards; we set a good twenty trees aflame in our years back there and were only caught once.
...Ha...Hahaha, Bad-Deed Club. How I miss the old days.
If Maximum Impact sucks, I'll be a little more then pissed off.
