I love how it looks like it came right off a sci-fi graphic novel, but the digital magic isn't the reason for why it's in this blah blah blah blog. It's the little insignia from my new
Summer's dead in this side of the northern hemisphere and I start school on the eighth of June, which happens to be the day Kanye West would turn 32. (I'm not a fan of Kanye but I would be if his birthday had been a legal and global holiday.) I would expound on the drama of going to high school with the different species of MRP's during the following days for sheltered reasons but at the moment, it only means one thing: this unexplained Halftone World Project may be seventy days late. I should have pursued the idea of it during the last days of school, when I wasn't so aloof with everybody but I didn't. The sparks were only set off today and there's nothing much to burn, other than a fraction of my self-esteem.
Why? I did not, not, not do anything noteworthy this summer and I do not, not, not want to be reminded of that. Other than being with the organization of strikingly witty (and down-to-earth to a certain extent) people for twelve days, there was nothing significant to set this apart from all the other seasons in my life. I thought, by now I should have already learned how to ride a bicycle without instinctively and unconsciously putting my feet on the ground when the thing starts to wobble. I should have read The Fountainhead and understand whatever the octaves are supposed to be but I did not. I did none of those.
This whole post isn't going anywhere pleasant, I predict and feel it. I'll leave this paragraph hanging. I'm not getting a grade for this, anyway. I can mess everything up without massive regrets. And to prove that, I will not justify the paragraphs. It's usually a vexing thing to see the crooked ends of the paragraphs but not today. I somewhat deserve this anyway, an unjustified post to justify my minuscule anxieties.
