racer96's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Where'd that come from? Why is it that so many people reflect back on high school, and say "those were the days" as if they were the best days of their lives? I don't get it. Now, don't get me wrong. I really enjoyed high school. I had a great time, and made some great friends. I wouldn't put those days as the best days of my life though. Fun? Yeah. Great? Sure. Best? I hope the hell not. Since high school I've had some amazing days as well. I don't think though, that I've had my best days. I don't even know if I'd recognize it when that best day does come? And, when it does come? Does that really mean that all the rest of your days are just going to be pale comparisons of that one day, leaving really not much to be excited about? Sure, those were the days. They were the days of being a teenager. They were the days of homework and immense peer pressure. They were days. But they weren't "THE" days. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 'course, you could always argue that any day that you make it through, has to be considered one of the best days, because there is going to be a day that you don't make it through, and that will probably be a pretty shitty day. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Unless of course, you're so gothy and angsty and oh woe is me, the darknes falls all around and blah blah blah, and you feel that the best day is going to be the one where you take the big dirt nap. To those people, well, screw you. :D =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= For those of you that don't have the benefit of living in Canada, ha ha! You don't get a long weekend this weekend. That's right, long weekend. Paaaarty! Or, you know, sit around and read and stuff. Whatevah. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= I was sure that I had something more interesting to talk about, but nothing is coming to mind right now. I went off on that little rant to start things off, and I have no clue where that came from, but it seems to have pretty much derailed my train of thought. Let's see, phlegm, mucus, coughing, that's about all that's coming to mind so far. And, while that may be a fun subject, I'm just not feeling it right now. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Probably because I'm feeling it too much, if you get my drift. And no, that's not some sort of sexual innuendo, bloody perverts. =-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Oh well, it's a long weekend, and my brain seems to have already departed. I think I'm off to catch up. Have a good weekend everyone. Party on! Fight back! Pee on a bird, before it pees on you! Mike 6:09 p.m. - 2003-05-16 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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