Dur dur dur!

To: Me
From: I'm talking to myself
Date: Not you
Subject: [Insert 30 seconds of thinking up a vapid subject line.]

You know, I never made it to a college class. (Hell, I didn't even finish high school.) I still plan on starting next fall, nevertheless, but I've yet to fully experience the college life. Of course, I've attended numerous parties, met tons of new people and visited numerous friends on campus, but I — me, myself — haven't lived it.

That's one reason I like my new internship. I'm on campus every day, though not for classes. But coming here every day and seeing the people I see, I've confirmed a conclusion I came to a long time ago: High school never ends. Ever.

I'm one of those people that, when in a new environment, I like to observe. I look at peope walking by me. I listen to their conversations. I survey what they're wearing, how many piercings they have, what tattoos they have showing, etc. I can't help it, I guess it's a trait that comes with being a writer. What I'm trying to say is that I'm seeing the same things I saw in high school, just slightly modified.

Incubus has a song about this very theme on their last CD, One Crow Left of the Murder. They're not just talking about high school likenesses in college, but in every aspect of life. The last company I worked for fit the bill. I mean you have the popular people that go out all the time and invite a lucky few to go. Then you have the smart clique that couldn't care less and have fun on their own. Then, of course, there are the people who act like they could care less if they get invited to go with the popular people, but they really do.

I even get frustrated talking about it. Who gives a shit? I wanna go out with people who like me for who I am, not because they think they could gain with me being their friend. I like girls that don't care if their hair is a little, uh..., misconstrued.

I don't know what I expected. I guess I just knew what I didn't expect: immaturity, pretentiousness and sheer cruelty.

I still think it's hilarious to see girls that still find pleasure in getting made up to go to class. They act like it's a first date or something. Give me the girl that's wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt and one whose facial features are actually visible and not plastered with makeup.

I guess it's something I'll have to, not get accustomed to, but avoid. Shouldn't be that hard, right?


Msb00 said...

I once heard somewhere - maybe it was my Dad - that you graduate from high school, graduate from college and then go back to high school.

Chas said...

msb00... you're fucking retarded (or you're dad is).

Yeah, Spencer, cliques are everywhere and they'll never go away. Solution: make sure you're in the right ones.

Also, after enough classes with the girls that wear sweatpants and a T-shirt and whose facial features are actually visible and not plastered with makeup... you'll thank God for the ones that are!

Msb00 said...

Wow! I've just been cut in two by the Blog Pirate himself! I know when I've been called "retarded" that I'm dealing with someone who hasn't matured much beyond the 2nd grade.

Lindsay said...

Aww, you had a flamer? That's so cute.

Anyway, just do your own thing. If people happen to adopt you, hooray.

Di-Spencer said...

Y'all totally didn't get the point. I didn't mean to sound like I was an outcast. I'm just saying I hate cliques... even if I'm in them.

Buuuug said...

Hey congrats for going back tho.

Yeah, cliques are part of the humn species, we all belong to em no matter how ridiculus somone elses apeears. They're damn funny tho in an observist way...