The beginning of college seems so long ago. I was thinking today about how exciting it was to move into the dorms and basically start this whole new life. Even though I went to a school in the same town as I grew up, I didn't really keep many friends around from high school that went here too. Most of my friends, like myself, wanted to get out of Fort Collins... I just, sadly, didn't get the chance. Anyways, I just remember freshman year being this insane time. I feel like I've changed so much since then. I feel so much older now, it's very weird. I remember how I went through my whole "teenage rebellion" stage a few years too late (because of the iron fist that was my mother) and dressed all punk rock and went to at least one show a week and made tons of scene friends. I haven't been to a show in god knows how long... "freshman me" would look at "five-year-plan me" and sigh. It pisses me off though, because I used to be so fucking awesome, and lately I've been feeling like a pretty boring person. I should dust off my black Converse All Stars and starting screaming along to songs again.
Hmm, what to talk about, what to talk about. Oh! Maybe this:
Legions of 20-25 year old girls (and boys) are emitting "NO WAY?!?!" around the world. It's funny, what do you think is going to come out in five years about the celebrities that we adore now? I, admittedly, was an N'SYNC fan, singing harmonies in the back seat of my step-mother's Explorer with my step-brother and sister. I've said it before, and I'll say it again -- I never said I was cool. Hah... Anyways, it's crazy and pretty interesting, but I mean, come on. I think the cover of the magazine should have read, "Lance Bass Comes Out" or something more tasteful instead of "I'M GAY!!!!!!" ... I guess "I Enjoy the Company of Men More Than Women. Sorry." wouldn't sell magazines. I mean, people come out of the closet all the time. Does it really deserve a cover every time?
(I'd like to add for the record that I didn't add the pink smiley face onto the People cover. I got it off of another blog which is maintainted by a very "out" guy. )
I have to worst fucking celebrity dreams. The other night I had a dream with Kevin Bacon in it. Kevin Bacon! Every time his Hanes commercial comes on I want to scream, "WHY WOULD YOU CHOOSE KEVIN BACON, HANES?!" But I don't because the neighbors are already worried. A few months ago I had a dream that Phillip Seymour Hoffman was my boyfriend. Yeah, the fat, blond guy who plays a creep in every movie he's ever been in. I seriously, try as I might, cannot have a dream where Johnathan Rhys-Meyers passes me on the street but I get Capote as my boyfriend? Hardly fair... damn you, brain.
I taught myself Johnny Cash's version of Tom Petty's song "Won't Back Down" on my guitar today... I don't actually suck as much anymore. It's pretty exciting.
Ok, I've run out of things to talk about, so I'm going to go stick to my couch and eat a popsicle.
