The Cure for Boredom amongst people is Blogging.

Whew.

I'm tired of parties. But this only happens when I'm at one.
I'm starting to worry about my life more. Future goals, college, love, etc.
I have no ambition, and no motivation to drive me.
All I speak is pure drivel these days.

I like blogging. It's a slate I can pour all my thoughts upon.
And simultaneously be truly obnoxious.
I care. About you, myself, my friends, my family. Sort of.
Just not enough. Not nearly enough. Only adequately enough to keep going.
And going.

I remember days where I used to just hang out and enjoy my life. Not simply tolerate it, but actually feel like I belonged where I was. Thinking about those days brings out a nostalgia I never knew I had. Sitting around the John Deere curb with my skater friends, talking shit about pretty sunsets, life, and still saying we loved the shit, the shit tastes so good.

We used to walk around at night, sometimes after other school's football games (ours was nothing to speak of) meeting new people, being hilarious, and existing as people who believed that our lives would become nothing, but we had what we had, which was enough to sustain us. It's not our lives as a whole that make an era, those moments are what make us. Not golden years, since there are no such things. No, golden moments. Moments we won't forget, and will look back upon, saying: "Don't fucking remind me of those times. Those were the good days." Because as a whole, these teenage years are stress, bad decision making, drama, holding out for a better time that won't happen.

No, it's those golden moments that make our lives worth it.

It's like that old, shining, nostalgic Americana period that never existed anywhere but we know happened. It happens in those moments where you're lying on your friend's roof looking at passing cars. It happens walking through lit-up empty football fields in the middle of the night. It happens when you have no where to stay, and you ask some girls if you can crash on their floor, and they let you. (Thanks, Megan and Laura.) It happens when you first realize that happiness does occur, and it is occurring to you.

I never realized spring is so heart warming, and that all these things I remember actually were worth remembering.

Don't fucking remind me of those times. Those were the good days.