What ever happened to funk?

I have a feeling that this is going to be a series of tangents. An amalgamation of thoughts. Consider yourself warned.

I think I might bring back funk as a trend. Like I pseudo brought back yo-yos my senior year at Edina. Too bad I don't listen to funk music. It'll be a challenge.

I'm still quazi apprehensive about next year. The fact that Kelsey is going to be in Vancouver is grating on my like nothing I expected. I've realized that, of the people I've met thus far at school, Kelsey is the one I'm still going to be talking to fifteen, twenty years down the road. I'm lucky.

I'm not sure how I feel about the concept of age. I don't feel that a number of years of physical existence is a sufficient measurement. There are just so many more factors that should be taken into consideration. I'm young. In terms of years, I'm nearly the youngest of my friends. Always the baby. But I think about those other components. Family. Friends. Knowledge. Life.

I'm not here extol myself or emphasize my maturity or my self-concept. I'm just another human on Earth, a total dork, figuring things out a little at a time. Feeling older with each passing moment. Age is the weight you feel every day, the weight of memories and experience. I try to take an objective look at my life. It started out just like everybody else's. But things changed, things happened that forced me to grow up. For the last eight years of my life, I've been growing up faster than those around me. Maybe knowing things that I shouldn't have had to know. It added time.

I think I should get away from people for a while.

I'm in a funk. I need to keep writing. I finally wrote a poem based on that phrase "speaking in binary code." I'll put it up here sometime soon. Today at work Maddi said that something "disappeared in a cloud of unlikelihood." I liked it. I'll try that next.