Oh god, is it the 20th in two days already?!

The idea of being seventeen frightens me. My sixteen-year-old life has been rather turbulent and I doubt that the year ahead will be any different, let alone better. I find it hard having to grasp concepts such as responsibility as I get closer and closer to real adulthood, especially since I don’t quite think that I’ve ‘found myself’ just yet. I still need to find that one thing about me that separates me from other people. I have to be able to balance work and play and the IB. There are tests to take, assessments to keep track of, blogs to update. I’m so glad that I was able to update my Interests Include blog tonight.

Anyway, yeah, the idea of being seventeen on Sunday is baffling and frightening.

Oh well, we’ll see what happens.

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Things I realised that I like and don’t like.

I like Animal Collective. I didn’t realise I did until I decided to really listen to them without condemning them for being such a pretentious indie hipster band. Merriweather Post Pavillon is actually a pretty good album, and yes, “My Girls” really is one good song. I guess even I can’t deny that any longer. Whatever.

I like Hipster Runoff. I think it’s a pretty amusing little corner of the interweb and some of the posts are strangely humorous, regardless of whether or not they were meant to be that way.

I don’t really like Quentin Tarantino. I mean, he’s made some pretty decent films like Pulp Fiction, and I’m gonna watch Reservoir Dogs when I find the time (since I have the DVD for the next month), but I don’t think his general body of work is anything too special. He’s a director with his own style, sure, but I think of him as one of those directors that people feel that they have to like since he made Pulp Fiction and whatnot. But I saw part of Thunderbolt: Death Proof (or something, I can’t remember the title, but Kurt Russell was in it) and I realised that his style isn’t something that I’m too big a fan of. That, or I was just watching a horrible movie. I don’t like the random useless conversations, I don’t like the exaggerated bleeding in Kill Bill, and I’m not big on his overuse of contrapuntal music. Sorry, Quentin.

Okay, that’s all.

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Too lazy during MUN today, fashoo.

So I wrote lyrics. They’re so substance-free, though. Kinda like pop-punk. Useless.

I’ve got to make an announcement
I’m getting claustrophobic
It’s time I got away from this room
The air is dense and it’s too crowded
I hate being seperated
By being four metres from you

Yeah, it’s a problem
I can barely breathe
I just want to be closer

This is a song for love that’s unrequited
I’m singing because it’s not really a secret
Everyone knows that I am singing for you
You know, you know, I’m always talking to you
I want, I want to hear your side
Everyone knows I just wanna get closer to you.

The room’s abuzz with constant murmurs
The casual observers
don’t know what’s going on

Whatever. Didn’t finish it. Debate ended, and I had to vote. I had no idea what was going on the WHOLE TIME, though.

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