Failed Limrick.

Well, here's the deal.

A lot of my friends are writing poetry these days. Here's my attempt:

There once was a boy who liked drawing.
He drew a man with a nose-ring.
He didn't like it,
So he tried to light it...
And the drawing punched him.

Hehe...

Yeah, it's 4:00 a.m.

"I'd like to go reminiscing with strangers, if it isn't too much trouble."

Let's go back to the old days.

Those were the days.
There were ups, and downs.
But the downs were drowned out
By all the good times.
We had homework,
But at least it was something to do.
We hated people.
They left us alone.
We could talk, and not be deep.
We could laugh at stupid stuff.
There was a lot we could do.


Arcade Fire has me in a MOOD, man...let's listen together. For old times' sake.

A thought.

I don't have many friends. I have a lot of people who like me, that run into me every so often.

Call my pa, and tell him you saw me.

I'm just sorry for everything I always do wrong. I talk too much. I try to talk like I'm smart when I'm not, and most of all, I irritate you all with constant text messages and stuff. I'm not cool enough to hang out with anyone, and my summer has entirely consisted of my dad yelling at me to get a job.

I'm feelin' low.

Dear (your name here),

Hey guys.

This isn't a sad post.

And it's addressed to all the friends I made this past year.

First off, I wanna say that all of my friends are way cool. Love you all. And I'm at the point now where I feel that way towards EVERYONE. Even if at one point, I hated you with every fiber of my being (which was rarely the case in the first place), you can now consider yourself my best friend. There's my little loving preface. Here comes the feelings.

So, I have this problem. I sell myself short sometimes. Maybe rightly, maybe not. I don't know. But my latest assumed shortcoming is this: you guys are all so great, so beautiful, so smart, so kind; I don't feel adequate in your presence. Like, you all have such confidence around each other, and I'm sitting quietly in the corner, not quite sure what to say. So, yeah. Hopefully this gets better. Hopefully, I'll come around to tue idea that in not 100% socially awkward, and that I can actually fit in this crowd. But you're all great, and I'm proud to call you my friend. Yes, even YOU.


--Jimster.