Thursday, January 11, 2007
This is me getting blessed by the Ox’s good hoof. The other hoof was a bum one at the time, and this is photographic evidence of the good one exerting its erstwhile superiority.
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In an attempt to make up for the big bore that was the Christmas party, a handful of ViCe and some newfound cohorts met up last Saturday for beer and KTV. I stick by my contentions. Yes, we had an okay enough time at the seedy song joint, had an okay enough drawn-out conversation back at the House of Decadence and had an okay enough breakfast after. But that was about it. You can only dedicate your nights to delighting or griping over shit you did when you were sixteen and in a more hormonally-heightened, romanticized state of mind for so long. Not to say that my head isn’t clouded up with gunk any longer, but high school was admittedly extra-extra-foggy. And now that college is almost over, whatever dramatrauma that consumed us back in Makiling when we were much younger and inexperienced doesn’t seem to be worth my time anymore.
This realization might sound overdue to most, but the thing is, there was a time when my ties with high school seemed to be the only thing that kept me conscious in college. I latched myself onto those four years with such viciousness. Thus, I can’t help but make a big deal of the fact that finallyfinallyfinally I am dead sure I am not on that motherfucking mountain any longer.
And I am glad. That place did just as much harm to me as good.
posted by marguerite @ 7:08 PM
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