How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out then you cut the string
How come I end up where I started?
How come I end up where I went wrong?
I won't take my eyes off the ball again
First you reel me out and then you cut the string
You used to be alright
What happened?
Did the cat get your tongue?
Did your string come undone?
One by one
One by one
It comes to us all
It's as soft as your pillow
You used to be alright
What happened
Et cetera, et cetera
Facts for whatever
Fifteen steps
Then a sheer drop
How come I end up where I started?
How can I end up where I went wrong?
Won't take my eyes off the ball again
You reel me out and you cut the string
radiohead - 15 step
11/1/07
I just received a reality check. it bounced.
Life comes at you fast, huh?
I made that realization today while gracefully cruising at 4 mph on 10 East this morning. As a recently-downloaded-to-my-ipod Kool Moe Dee's "I go to work" blasted through my speakers, aside from thinking that late 80s rap is actually pretty catchy, I began to ponder about what I was getting myself into. Well, I knew what I was getting into, it was an interview with a transportation planning firm. But to look at things more abstractly, I figured this is kind of like taking the first step into what I could be doing for the rest of my life.
Rest of my life? That phrase is scary enough as it is.
The school year up to this point has been...different for me. My involvements with student groups and other traditionally college activities (i.e. random parties, trick or treating in the surrounding neighborhoods) have been at a minimum at best. I convince myself that this is the case because I chose it to be, that I didn't involve myself in student groups or didn't enjoy bruin bash or didn't hiss at that person who wore a USC sweater on campus because I chose to. I somehow convinced myself that I've outgrown these things and that I needed to start thinking about what I would be doing in the future. For the rest of my life.
On the same note, aside from the interviews and the resume building and the research and the year planning and the many hours I spend in work, I've also come to realize something (as was brought up by a friend of mine). We're in college. And more accurately, we're still in college. I mean, when's the next time you'll be able to call your friend at 2:30am and go out to get that early morning/late night snack at that 24 hour tofu place knowing that your friend has to be at work at 7am? Or when's the next time you'll be able to walk around your neighborhood scantily clad in search of a party at some random friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin of a friend's apartment and not be considered a hooker? Or when's the next time you'll be able to down 2 forties, take 12 shots, black out, and wake up the next morning with only pictures and and vomit on the carpet to inform you of your whereabouts and the many regrettable acts that took place the night before, and be able to laugh about it with your friend the next day amidst all the awkwardness that ensues because she's the one you made out with the night before?
So it's reflections like these that really make me wonder whether I'm going about things correctly. Am I trying to grow up too damn quickly? Yeah, I know I need to plan for the future so come next June I'm not sitting on my ass at home spending my free time trying to beat my high score on Wii bowling. At the same time, I know I need to stop, slow down, and try and enjoy the freedom to partake in all the aforementioned activities (and oh so much more) while I still can.
...Well, I technically still can continue to do everything. I just won't be able to get away with it as easily.
"getting my degree has been the worst thing ever"
-LN
I made that realization today while gracefully cruising at 4 mph on 10 East this morning. As a recently-downloaded-to-my-ipod Kool Moe Dee's "I go to work" blasted through my speakers, aside from thinking that late 80s rap is actually pretty catchy, I began to ponder about what I was getting myself into. Well, I knew what I was getting into, it was an interview with a transportation planning firm. But to look at things more abstractly, I figured this is kind of like taking the first step into what I could be doing for the rest of my life.
Rest of my life? That phrase is scary enough as it is.
The school year up to this point has been...different for me. My involvements with student groups and other traditionally college activities (i.e. random parties, trick or treating in the surrounding neighborhoods) have been at a minimum at best. I convince myself that this is the case because I chose it to be, that I didn't involve myself in student groups or didn't enjoy bruin bash or didn't hiss at that person who wore a USC sweater on campus because I chose to. I somehow convinced myself that I've outgrown these things and that I needed to start thinking about what I would be doing in the future. For the rest of my life.
On the same note, aside from the interviews and the resume building and the research and the year planning and the many hours I spend in work, I've also come to realize something (as was brought up by a friend of mine). We're in college. And more accurately, we're still in college. I mean, when's the next time you'll be able to call your friend at 2:30am and go out to get that early morning/late night snack at that 24 hour tofu place knowing that your friend has to be at work at 7am? Or when's the next time you'll be able to walk around your neighborhood scantily clad in search of a party at some random friend of a friend of a friend of a cousin of a friend's apartment and not be considered a hooker? Or when's the next time you'll be able to down 2 forties, take 12 shots, black out, and wake up the next morning with only pictures and and vomit on the carpet to inform you of your whereabouts and the many regrettable acts that took place the night before, and be able to laugh about it with your friend the next day amidst all the awkwardness that ensues because she's the one you made out with the night before?
So it's reflections like these that really make me wonder whether I'm going about things correctly. Am I trying to grow up too damn quickly? Yeah, I know I need to plan for the future so come next June I'm not sitting on my ass at home spending my free time trying to beat my high score on Wii bowling. At the same time, I know I need to stop, slow down, and try and enjoy the freedom to partake in all the aforementioned activities (and oh so much more) while I still can.
...Well, I technically still can continue to do everything. I just won't be able to get away with it as easily.
"getting my degree has been the worst thing ever"
-LN
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