How have things been going in school this week, you ask?
Let’s see.
- Thought my online Religious Studies midterm/test/thing was on Thursday. It was due Monday night. Realized this at 830am Tuesday.
- Completely bombed Quebec Culture midterm despite studying for it (which is a big deal! I never studied for anything ever!)
- Just completely forgot about my online class at 6pm, despite thinking about it 4 different times throughout the day.
- Realized I have an essay due tomorrow that I haven’t started yet.
So, y’know, THINGS ARE GOING PRETTY WELL. But really - what the fuck is wrong with me this week? I mean, I know I have absolutely zero motivation to be in school anymore, and probably shouldn’t have went back in the first place, but it’s not like me to have so much brain fog going on.
In other news, on the drive to go pick up Aaron from work, I was thinking about how maybe I should move away for a year or something, maybe for the summer, I don’t know. Something. As soon as I thought of this, Frank Turner’s “This Town Ain’t Big Enough For the One of Me” came on my iPod. I’ve always wanted to move somewhere, even for just a little bit, where I knew absolutely no one. And I guess I kind of did that when I moved to Halifax, although I knew a few people (although most of them only casually), it still feels like it didn’t really happen. Maybe I was too young when I did it. Maybe it wasn’t quite far away enough (only 2.5 hours from my hometown) I don’t know. It feels like I’ve always been here. I’m just feeling restless. I’m always feeling restless. Maybe it’s just knowing I’m wasting my time in school again, or maybe it’s the winter. Maybe I just need somewhere with more hidden corners. Maybe I just need another quick getaway.
A free house, a sound-system and a fridge full of beer;
I’ve known how this story ends for a good few years.
The night lays out before my eyes, there’s no new faces, no surprises.
This town is growing old with me, so I’m making a move.
Everybody round here’s been out with everybody else,
Which makes talking to girls hazardous to my health.
They’ve been in this genepool so long they’ve got wrinkled toes;
I don’t want all her exes to be people I know.
There’s millions more fish in the sea, so I’m making a move.
I’m bored of this town, bored of this scene, bored of these people, yeah.
I’m an expert at pretending that everything is OK,
But I’m just a kid and it seems as if I’ve signed my life away.
I need to get out and see what the rest of the world is about.
This town ain’t big enough for the one of me, I’m making a move.
Every guy with long hair round here is a star,
According to his girlfriend and the way that he holds his guitar.
If anyone gets out they stick in the knife, I don’t want to get stuck here for the rest of my life.
I’m sick of these fuckers, I’m moving on.
I still want to be buried here, just like I said, but I’d prefer it if you’d wait until I’m actually dead.
It’s easy to get caught inside a town that seems to have a hive-mind,
But I’m packing up and moving on,
When I move out from my parents’ house I’m gone, yeah fuck you guys I’m gone.
This town ain’t big enough for the one of me,
So why don’t you get from in front of me?
We’re all going to move to london anyway, so I’ll see you in town.
