ASC Pt. III

It's almost noon on a Wednesday and I'm starting my four and a half hour break. I'm in the middle of the PS2 structure (that's Parking Structure 2, not Playstation 2), and there are a least a hundered people surrounding me all on computers, typing away at their keyboards. The subtle sounds of tapping go in and out of my ears as if they are silent.

I come in here every wednesday on my break. It's a good way to kill time. I'm 24 years old, shouldn't I be relishing and savouring time? I don't think so. I don't think you can really relish every moment of your life, because if you did, then you would lose that special feeling. Special, unique moments happen on there own and you never really expect them to happen. They sort of just come and fade or abruptly stop. But lazy afternoons, they often seem to go on forever.

Time does seem to go tick slowly away lately. As that annoying Madonna song goes "Time goes by so slowly... Time goes by so slowly". I wonder if it will ever change for me. It never really does. Either I waste time at school or I waste time at home. My moments to relish seem so far and few from one another that it sometimes all seems fruitless... more than sometimes. A majority of the time. I don't know what I'm doing here. Here, this planet, this country, this city, and particularly this school. I get these boasts of energy at the start of every school year, but I just see it all fall apart a few weeks into the first semester. I just don't care about English anymore... the written boring word... the Cannon of dead white guys who, if alive today, would probably just sit around all Wednesday afternoon and just blog or write in their livejournal.

I had hope for this year, but it looks like it's turning out to be another random time in the life of me. Is hope still there? I suppose, but hope always stays in the jar.