i donated blood, and it was fine until they pulled the needle out, and then i thought i was hungry and i thought of food and ended up feeling severely nauseous. but it passed. i was all tingly afterwards.
how strange. i'm just now rediscovering semisonic's feeling strangely fine. and it brings back all the feeling of the music of my late 90's youth. i used to soak in a bubble bath reading and listening to this cd. "i've been living in your cassette, it's the modern equivalent, singing up to a capulet on a balcony in your mind." aw. that did it for me. i melted every time i listened.
what i miss most is the feeling of comfort, of returning home and being exactly where i belong in that moment. even if it's just a by-product of living in the same darn place for over twelve years of my eighteen-year life. even if i lost that feeling towards the end anyway. even if it's just my sappy sentimental reaction to old music. i want to walk through hallways and bedrooms and classrooms and feel like they're mine, not borrowed superficially on some temporary contract basis.