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teddogYep another one of THOSE posts. Like you haven't seen enough already. I'm not quite sure what to think of the past year. More than enough as changed.
I miss my high school days somewhat. I don't think it's because I miss the classes themselves, but the fact that I would know exactly what to do and how to act. But, wasn't that the point to high school - to figure out how to do everything. I suppose I did manage to get something out of it anyway. Now when I go to the school it's like a strange place. It's the school I went to, but not the same. I don't like it.
Where did everyone go? Lisa married Mike and moved to Toronto. Charm left for there too. Louise decided to go study at BYU and is moving out to Utah. Franco finished his LDS mission and is going out west to work on the oil fields. From the Snippy Scissors Club, Chris has become a bum with no future outside of football, Derek became a Goth and Lloyd... heaven only knows what the heck became of him. It was 4 years ago that the SSC would raise money and go heckle films at the local theater. That theater is now a bingo hall. The Bulk Barn we bought unholy amounts of candy from is still at Centre Mall, but it somehow seems wrong to go out, buy five bucks worth of Pixie Sticks and try to down them in one go while watching cheesy movies. Chris wouldn't be there. Derek wouldn't be there. Joesph wouldn't be there. My Tom, Mike and Crow are gone. To say that the Joel from the group didn't leave is a lie. I left willing.
It's stupid to say that the times have changed and I haven't. I've gone from living in a very tight house in the ghetto of the Hammer to having no real place of my own. Sure, there's my dorm room but I share that with an annoying roommate and share a shower with... well, I don't want to think about that. Here in Hamilton my bed is a couch. I have no home of my own any more. It hurts from time to time, but you learn to deal with it as you go along.
I'm still more or less the same dork I've always been. I'm still nutty, goofy and smart enough to get away with it most of the time. Some of my fellow students do treat me like dirt, but... I've getting straight A's and they're failing courses. My mental age is still in the low teens, although I'm now 20. I've been told I look younger, so I suppose it balances out.
I'm still the Teddog and nothing can take that away from me. Ever. I'm still me and it's worth fighting for.
...even if I have to hitch hike on the road of life because I don't have a licence.
NEW YEARS RESOLUTION: GET A DRIVER'S LICENCE BEFORE THE SUMMER.
and to finish that ficcy I'm writing, heh.
I miss my high school days somewhat. I don't think it's because I miss the classes themselves, but the fact that I would know exactly what to do and how to act. But, wasn't that the point to high school - to figure out how to do everything. I suppose I did manage to get something out of it anyway. Now when I go to the school it's like a strange place. It's the school I went to, but not the same. I don't like it.
Where did everyone go? Lisa married Mike and moved to Toronto. Charm left for there too. Louise decided to go study at BYU and is moving out to Utah. Franco finished his LDS mission and is going out west to work on the oil fields. From the Snippy Scissors Club, Chris has become a bum with no future outside of football, Derek became a Goth and Lloyd... heaven only knows what the heck became of him. It was 4 years ago that the SSC would raise money and go heckle films at the local theater. That theater is now a bingo hall. The Bulk Barn we bought unholy amounts of candy from is still at Centre Mall, but it somehow seems wrong to go out, buy five bucks worth of Pixie Sticks and try to down them in one go while watching cheesy movies. Chris wouldn't be there. Derek wouldn't be there. Joesph wouldn't be there. My Tom, Mike and Crow are gone. To say that the Joel from the group didn't leave is a lie. I left willing.
It's stupid to say that the times have changed and I haven't. I've gone from living in a very tight house in the ghetto of the Hammer to having no real place of my own. Sure, there's my dorm room but I share that with an annoying roommate and share a shower with... well, I don't want to think about that. Here in Hamilton my bed is a couch. I have no home of my own any more. It hurts from time to time, but you learn to deal with it as you go along.
I'm still more or less the same dork I've always been. I'm still nutty, goofy and smart enough to get away with it most of the time. Some of my fellow students do treat me like dirt, but... I've getting straight A's and they're failing courses. My mental age is still in the low teens, although I'm now 20. I've been told I look younger, so I suppose it balances out.
I'm still the Teddog and nothing can take that away from me. Ever. I'm still me and it's worth fighting for.
...even if I have to hitch hike on the road of life because I don't have a licence.
NEW YEARS RESOLUTION: GET A DRIVER'S LICENCE BEFORE THE SUMMER.
and to finish that ficcy I'm writing, heh.
