When I run out of old music, I like to go back to old stuff I haven’t listened to in a while. And every once in a while, something really strikes me and resonates with my current mood – whether it be happiness, depression, steady uninterrupted coding sessions…whatever. There’s something really blissful about blocking out the world and just listening to music for hours on end, and it’s a little sad that I won’t be able to do it as often once I’m at berkeley unless I want to be a social recluse.
In every circle of friends there’s a whore
The one who flirts and does a little more
But who’s to say this a social scene anyway?
It’s really normal to listen to 2-3 hours of non-stop music at work, since a lot of it is just coding or debugging where you don’t really need other people’s help. Obviously, we are working in teams, but for far less of the time than you’d think. I think it’s during these sessions that I kind of just forget about my worries, forget about difficulties, set-backs, and disappointments in life. I just sink myself in the beautiful aura of flowing bits and symbols, typing away incessantly.
And everybody wants to explore the new girl
Caught up in her own hard liquor world
But liquor doesn’t exist in my world
But liquor doesn’t exist in my world
But even when I’m lost deep inside my own world, there’s other distractions that seem to come from nowhere and jolt me out of my trance. Fire drills, jackhammers across the street, train whistles, boss walking by, coworkers drinking (the smell of alcohol SUCKS ASS), and other fun events shock me out of my bliss. Sometimes it’s nice, because it lets me know I’m still grounded in reality, no matter how much I want to escape, but sometimes it’s an annoyance, and sometimes it’s more.
Now just look at that social clique
Do you really wanna be a part of it?
I visited my Bothell 2nd grade elementary school – Kokanee Elementary School. It brings back so many memories – so many refreshing memories which oddly enough, mirror my current situation. There’s this trail that goes around the school, and we used to run it for PE. At the crest of the hill we run to, there were a bunch a pigs that came out and chased you – but since the pigs have a slight locate and intercept time, they wound up running headlong into the slow kids. And boy was it funny since the pigs smelled like crap but the fast people would be long gone by the time it struck. Unfortunately, there’s no more pigs – but the trail is still there. I ran half of it or so in jeans, and I felt so carefree. My parents didn’t feel like climbing the hill, so I went exploring by myself and it was so damn refreshing. Childhood memories flooding back and I felt so…alive.
And if you lie you don’t deserve to have friends
If you lie you don’t deserve to have them
If you lie you don’t deserve to have friends
I used to hang out in the library during recess cause I didn’t want to get my shoes dirty from the muddy grass (it rains a lot) and I remember helping the librarian sort the books (dewey decimal system, bitches!). Of all the books I read, I remember reading Wayside School. There’s something about Seattle and reading. Except now I’m reading a multitude of Star Wars books. And there’s also something about Seattle and being away from friends (I was only in Kokanee for < 9 months, before moving on to California).
You are a sell out
But you couldn’t even do that right
At least I’m almost back in California, back where all my friends are, yet back to an uncertain social future. It’s really weird, cycling between the different subsets of my life. I think I’ll probably get sucked up in TBP a lot next semester, and hopefully I’ll have a lot of fun while I’m at it, but at the same time, trying to get my coding skills better and better. Well, I guess I can always retreat into my apartment and it’ll be a lot easier blocking out the world since there’s almost nobody to distract me. But somehow, I don’t think I’m like that anymore. I wonder if I’ve matured during the last 12 weeks here. My parents/grandma says I really have, and I guess being with my coworkers really helped the process along. But at the same time, I feel like I’m being immature in dealing with people. We’ll see how it goes.
If you lie.
- – Cute is What We Aim For – Newport Living