Sunday, March 04, 2012

Zombie

I'm a little tipsy. As I sit at my com waiting for my friend and temporary roommate to return, I ponder upon what I should write. As you can tell, I'm not really fucking drunk, because I can still type in sentences which largely retain proper grammar, syntax and spelling, but I am slightly off because I do not bother to censor myself in terms of profanity.

Maybe this isn't such a good idea after all. Like, I could tell you about my night, which has been interesting enough, what with meeting a former Jehovah Witness who has since turned atheist and hearing his hilarious retelling of the bible; but some things are better said in person.

I could tell you about how I'm turning 23 in 2 weeks' time, how I can't believe I've managed to survive so long on this earth, except I don't remember a quarter of what I did during the first half of my existence, so I guess I didn't really live 23 years after all, but merely avoided death.

Uhm...I remember a time when I was younger, when I would just write posts about feelings which I felt without the need to ensure that what I wrote made sense, or appeared to make sense, merely that they spoke. And maybe I still write that way, but sometimes some days I miss the time when I wrote for an audience, a specific audience, an audience which I could mock: I miss writing high school essays.

Many people think that I'm an emo drunk. I'm not really; I write deeper when I'm under the influence no doubt, but I talk happier, it's true.

A part of me looks through the unpublished posts on this blog, and I wonder, will they ever be finished?

3 comments:

xingji said...

btw, on our name of uniting-diversity.... kinda hilarious considering we were all chinese

xingji said...

that being said, not our fault, and race isn't the only indication of diversity

Flo ♪ said...

You aren't the only one who misses your writing high school essays! :)