My Wandering Days Are Over

Hello my old friends. You find me in isolation and pure silence. I really should be fulfilling all the contents of my brain with revision but I've never been one to revise. It just leaves my mind anyway and I end up thinking about maudlin sentances to come back with. And added wit, of course.
So you find me spending my time in a leather chair with Belle & Sebastian songs playing to sooth all fears of mine.
I've been worrying alot lately and thinking .... about certain things like when I get drunk and do stupid tomfoolery.
Ahhh well. You're only young once.
I've caught onto that attitude, I'm quite sure when I'm thirty-seven I will appreciate that I thought like that when I was sixteen, but for now?. I can't really say that I do appreciate it. I'm probably the only one in my long exsisting family to roll up my sleeves and think abot whether or not I should go out and get absolutely '' fucking bladdered ''. They don't need to think about it ... they just do it.
Prehaps I should start thinking like them, but how can I start thinking like them if I don't even talk to them.
They are a utter waste of space and I do not tolerate their way of thinking.
By all means, I am not perfect, nor would I wish to be.

I suppose I've been brought up to think about my actions, because if we didn't think about our actions we would be in a deep hole of dogshit.
I suppose I don't really want that, so therefore, that's my reason for why I like to brood upon my mistakes.
I suppose it's just hard for me, I've made a lot of mistakes in my time, I've learnt from them, I was almost always the center of attention on a monday morning at school, the gossip usually lasted untill the next tuesday and then it was Judith Newton's turn about shagging .... a cat? I've forgot what the rumor was.
It was something humiliating like that anyway. I'm not going to tell you what I did.
I'm glad that my five years of school are over.
So my wandering days? are they over?
Well, yes. Because there's just me now, and everybody who I went out with on a friday night, is now getting ready to do another year at college or have had children. So, that leaves me in the middle of a desert island, to fend for myself. It's scary but I did it once before I think I can do it again.
'' You know my wandering days are over, does it means that I'm getting boring ?...''

Most probably. Yes.





Oh yes one more thing, to go with the music I thought I might add this....it's not me. It's Becky The Bear.