Awesomeosity.
Sometimes. I'll get jealous looking through the myspace and silly sites like that. and seeing people from high school. I'm like, they're having so much fun, and traveling and getting married and drinking alcoholic beverages!But then they'll have a caption like "Me N My Girlz at the Kenny Chesney Concert!!" and I'm like oh. Because they're wearing those weird matching velour sweatsuits and their hair is frosted blonde, and I'm not sure, but I think they were vacationing in Glamis. And that's their life. Which seems dreadfully boring. They're so average.
It's not like I'm so amazing, but I'm not too average. Maybe above average, or even a little below, but certainly not average.
Average is for the tourists. And Glamis. And velour. But not glamor and valor. That's for the unaverage.
Also, I'm reading 1984 because I never have, and I like the idea of paring down the language to "doubleplusgood".
posted by Megan P.I. | 10:13 PM
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I can relate to the strange feeling of seeing classmates (whom you never really cared for in the first place, well, in my case anyhow) who are seemingly...more adult than I...
Then I remember I would rather be tied to the back of a pick up truck and dragged through the mid-west than go to a Kenny Chesney concert and I would rather set my pubic hair ablaze than wear a velour warm up suit.
Still, a small part of me wonders how they do it and why I can't.
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