Look, it's my childhood mocking me.

There’s some sort of state high school band competition going on at the University through the weekend, which means lots of pale, frizzy haired girls, and guys who prefer a good pair of jean shorts and tube socks.

I tend to hate when the University hosts these competitions for high school. Being the biggest school in the state, we seem to always host state championships. During these times the whole fucking campus is swarming with awkwardly mid-pubescent kids acting about as mature as the time I lost in Mortal Kombat to the kid who sucked at everything. Everywhere I go, these kids are everywhere: on my way to class, in the Chipotle where I want to get lunch, and probably most annoying is the fact that, because malls don’t exist outside of this place, they all flock to look at things that they aren’t going to buy. It’s called fucking Amazon.com, use it.

All this made me laugh at the fact that when I was in high school I had this majorly skewed perspective on where I was in life. Everyone has this issue, and everyone always will. I thought I was a hot shot, mature, that I was “old”. Back then I thought that, “Wow, I was such a dumbass in middle school—now I am a legitimate bad ass.” As you know, this is something that can be traced back as far as you could remember; the older you get, the cooler you are. So, in a matter of a few years I’ll look back on this piece of writing and look just as harshly on it. This is sort of discouraging, but it does mean, I would suppose, that people continually get better. It’s all perpetuating this cycle of nostalgic self-deprecation that will keep going until I’m 80 and saying, “Jesus, that was really lame when I was all into staying up late, well into 5:00pm.”

Fuck, I was really stupid when I wrote this.