They say Florida has no seasons, or only one: summer. But I disagree. Florida does have different seasons; you just have to go inside to feel them, and they are the reverse of everywhere else. (The joke is that Floridians, despite living in the subtropics, can't handle extreme outside temperatures, so they create their own inside. During summer, the A/C sinks to wintry lows, and during winter, the heat is on to a sweltering blast. You are more likely to need a jacket if you're going out in August than in January. Insanity.) I've lived in Florida for six years now, having moved from upstate New York when I was almost eleven. When I first got here, I wasn't homesick for NY; the warm temperatures all through fall and winter were a relief, the palm trees were exotic and new, the daily rains were fun and the beaches were fantastic (they still are). After a little while, less than a year, I missed NY like crazy. I seriously considered (as much as you can seriously consider things that are patently impossible) going back in time to before we moved, then calling up my new friends and telling them my crazy story, that we had never met, but in another life we were great friends, and we still could be, across a thousand miles. I made lists of pros and cons of FL, the cons list including things like mosquitoes, no snow, fire ants, no mountains, cockroaches, no neighborhood. I had lived in a development that was built shortly after I was born, where a bunch of couples with babies moved in at the same time I did, meaning that for the first ten years of my life, I had dozens of kids my age within walking distance. In Florida, I only knew two people my age in the whole town, our house was smaller, we had no green grassy lawn and so on. I got used to Florida pretty quickly after that, though, and soon I loved it and my close group of friends. Middle school was awesome. Then I moved onto high school, which I promptly hated. My close friend group had been split among three local high schools, the place was HUGE, the classes were difficult, and I missed the comfort of sameness. I seem to be bad with change in general. Anyway, I got used to it again, and high school was awesome. (Especially after I joined band and gained an instant, default social circle) Now, I'm reaching the burnout for this too. It's not that I don't enjoy life anymore, I'm just becoming a bit more cynical. I have started to become homesick for the first time in years. I miss cold bracing breezes and colorful fall foliage and wearing snow pants and sledding and rocks and mountains and the cycle of life and death of nature and picking apples and well basically everything that would melt or shrivel here. Socially, I miss having several best friends who you could always count on rather than many friends for different circumstances but not the 7-or-so that were there for anything, conversations that didn't revolve around drugs and sex, not being considered prudish if you didn't curse, having people to obsess with about books, musicals, art or boys. Even further in the past, I miss riding your bike to someone's house and playing Harry Potter dolls, rolling around in the yard without fear of ant bites or cacti, liking church because of the singing and the taste of the communion wafers and wine, climbing trees, walking to the bus stop, being in chorus, feeling rebellious because of the word "download," and using KOL while longing for AOL RED. Anyway, in summary, I'm nostalgic. I'm still a 90's kid from New York, stuck in a teenage body and life in Florida.
ABRUPT CHANGE OF SUBJECT!
My new obsession is Inception. Sorta rhymes, right? It's a movie all about what I love: brains! More specifically, it's about dreams, which I also love. (I'm not going to spoil anything, if you're wondering) I don't know if I've gone off about lucid dreaming on here (if not, count yourself lucky. My RL buddies have heard quite a lot) but I have been obsessed with that sort of stuff for awhile. It's just downright exciting that a ton of other people in the world are obsessed with it too now. (I'll not go into a silly "I was into lucid dreaming before it was cool" rant here, but I definitely could.) The movie has action, a neato intellectual concept at its base, and a substantial, even complex plot, something that usually doesn't go hand in hand with awesome characters, action, and emotions in movies. It definitely requires more than one viewing. I've jumped into fanart and fanfic, of course, and I have the soundtrack. Can't wait until a high-quality torrent of the film is available. If you're wondering, my favorite sexy dream-delver is Arthur, the waistcoat-wearing, slim, sleek, smart action guy. He's flippin' awesome! Anyway, the movie is as amazing as it is to me because it is so full of ideas. No one comes away from the movie with the same interpretation; it is open to endless analyzing. It screws with your brain more than The Matrix and it stays on your mind for a long time after you see it. My new favorite film.
And finally, I'm sorry for not writing at all this August! I seem to skip months more and more frequently. August had band camp, procrastinated summer reading, and the beginning of school, so I was super busy. I'm still super busy but I felt like writing. I'll make this another double entry month.
EDIT: I looked back on some old blog entries and found an entry rather similar to this one, or bits of it at least. My October 25, 2009 entry has me going on about how I'm sad that I don't have a few very good friends but rather a moderately large number of acquaintances with whom I don't really fit in. I think the time between August and November has, for the last four years, been a time period full of those sorts of feelings. Not saying they are any less valid, just an interesting observation on the cycle of emotional well-being. Also, that entry contained some random rambling about dreams (mostly inspired by a different rant, not by my obsession with them).
EDIT AGAIN: I seem to have issues with being unconsciously repetitive on here. I never really read past entries, but I found that my March one of this year was similar in my friend-complaining rantititude. I guess I just can't get over how much I fail socially. I might even write some more about it in my next entry (which might be very soon).
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