are you too old to turn, are you

too young to burn, too young

omg that reminds me - i wrote a poem the other day. #lol

think it's fair to say the boredom is kicking in, hence writing fucking poems. i'm not quite sure why it hasn't before now. maybe because i've had an endless to-do list of stuff to keep me occupied - though i still have stuff on the list. maybe because it's sunny outside and i feel like i've been grounded. though i don't think i was ever grounded as a kid (i was incredibly obedient) so i wouldn't know what that feels like.

earlier i was thinking a bit about being a kid. i used to get a lift to school with these two guys who lived down the road. as they were both older than me and boys they were obviously terrifying. but i remember we used to listen to muscle museum by muse as my dad drove us to school. soundgarden and queens of the stone age too. one of the boys died of cancer when he was like, 15. even though i can't say we were friends (probably because i was very shy) despite travelling to school together every day for several years, those times listening to music in the car were formative experiences for me in many ways. sometimes he and his brother - oh, and i just remembered there was occasionally another guy, too (sorry but THREE BOYS - even now i'd barely be able to deal with that) - would get into heated debate about the latest albums. if i was feeling brave, i would very occasionally join in, which they were very impressed by, obv. 

i remember pretty much every time i walked past his house after he'd gone, i had this strong and intrusive desire to check if his school photos were still on the mantlepiece. his parents lived there for so many years after he died and i don't think anything in that living room ever changed.