I'm trying to learn Korean. I wonder how long I'll be able to keep it up. It's been surprisingly easy so far.
Here I am, about to take the relatively insignificant step of graduating high school. I can't say I've not had fun, but I can say the best fun I've had is sticking it to the man. How else would I have fun?
I wonder how it'll be at college. I wonder how hard I'll have to work to stick it to the man there. I wonder if they'll kick me out for something stupid like drinking tea (rebellious!) or if I'll just end up as a pariah. I told my mom tonight "I'll be the smartest dude at college" as I was making some tea. She told me I was a moron, so I said "I'll be the coolest dude at college." Cool or not, I'll try to at least be the baddest dude: I'm going to grow a mustache. Problem is I can't grow a good mustache. Good sideburns, good beard, lousy mustache.
My writing skills have languished over the last year. I imagine it's because I've been doing less writing for pleasure and what writing I have been doing has mostly been poetry.
There's a really cool type of French poetry that works like this: there's a pair of lines that sound exactly the same when read aloud, but when read from the page are totally different. A poem is made out of these pairs, where every dang syllable rhymes. The meaning isn't as important because it's plain old fun to read poems like these.
Every once in a while, there's one of those gems of the human population...
I'll finish that one later. Maybe in poetic form.