|post-helium and secondary school pop tunes.
||[Jul. 27th, 2008|01:10 am]
i don't know how people work, and work, and there is no end to work. i also don't know how people stay together and marry. or how people tread the fine line between self-agency and being unreasonably demanding.|
i still don't know many things, but i had a fun time at a 21st earlier on bopping along to old school boybands and badly sung love songs, being transported to girl in blue days- of school talent contests, farewells from all over, class competitions, campfires and such.
scattered old songs and myriad different memories; i love how music draws people together. like how this guest at the hostel happily exclaimed to me that those were her friends on my itunes singing their hearts out (union of knives, sc's mixtape). i also remember how another guest crazily bopped alongside miah and i, who were bundling bedsheets, to the infectious beat of the arctic monkeys.
i have insane images of the few of us at the party looking like druggies, huffing out of balloons, desperately high on helium. there are not many things to feel after being annoyed to the point of tears but i will not forget the joy that comes with the breaking of dawn.