The Pillows- Bran-New Lovesong
I know this song is kind of dumb and the cigarette I thought was profound in my younger dumber days (“The writing your faults on cigarettes? all over that shit, baby”- Me, age 16). It has kind of been in my head lately. It still hits that spot in my heart where old obsessions go. Where you look back on them kind of with embarrassment (I was obsessed over THAT GUY? HIM? fuck what was wrong with me) but also around the edges is the warm imprint of how that person that thing that obsession affected you and molded you into the person you are today.
I flipped through my previous posts last night and I have really given up on trying to make this a proper blog a bit with the trying to write a little blurb of fiction or whatever. It was kind of created for that purpose. Kind of.
I dislike my online Econ class. It seems like I am the only one interested in the content. Like the only one who read the book. The teacher really gives no fuck and the students kind of repeat the things they have heard through pundits or their friends or maybe they actually believe what they say but they don’t really provide much information as to why they say it in the first place. I am always the person who takes the full five line limit to explain how I feel. I feel like I am the class grump. I really am not! I am optimistic! So optimistic!
I just don’t agree with 90% of what is said in the discussion boards….
I can feel this econ fancy coming to an end, I think. At least winding down. The allure and intense fascination is drifting away. Biological and economical bodies are very similar. All of them have different peculiar things about them and all of them have their problems their diseases and their incredibly good parts. With all that they all must keep moving keep rolling because what else is there to do, really.
