homecoming

The last days, weeks even, were a slog. Months of slacking and fucking around only manage to cultivate a desperate final campaign: academically, socially and mentally. Friendships are distilled when you’re all about to leave each other. Do you really give a fuck about them? That’s when you find out.

Are you concerned about grades? It all comes crashing down when you decide to glance at the syllabus and realize that assignment you “forgot” to hand in was worth 40%. Is this autobiographical? I’m trying to be general; the ailments outlined could plague any university student at this time of year. But I’ll concede and admit, yes, this is about me.

I had the hearts again too. I moped around some, smiled some, got some. The pursuit, the engagement of a romantic affair is distracting and taxing.

Let’s stop this.

It’s all behind me now, geographically speaking. I flew home yesterday and my parents picked me up, hugged me and promptly dropped me off at 4th and Commercial. Alex then collected me, hugged me and handed me a Hot Chip ticket. They opened with “Shake A Fist” into “Boy From School”. It was a great show.