{ feeling : sickish
{ hearing : random commercials on wgn

So I saw an old face on the bus today. Made me feel weird in the way wandering Facebook profiles. Basically, since I went to the grandiose Northside College Prep, every single one of my many acquaintances are doing about … A million times better than I am life-wise. It just sort of makes me feel like … Eep.

The thing is about going to Northside is that I still sort of wonder how I ended up going there. During elementary school, I never once got straight A’s … Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever got anywhere near that at Northside. Even further, I didn’t want to attain perfection in any classes I went through.

I was pretty content with just passing the lot of classes I had.

Every single time I would hear the gripes of not getting at least a 4.5GPA or later, at least a 32 on the ACT, I’d just sort of be like I am now. Y’know … Eep.

But it’s also weird because during times like these, I randomly hear the lyrics to “More” by Rhymefest.

I don’t really know how to express how I feel. It’s just, as much as I’ve been raised to aim to get more, I’m pretty content with what I got. When I see there’s more to what I got, I just sort of think, would it really be that much better? Would I really be happier with say a better brand of clothing or a higher end of electronics?

Probably, maybe, sure?

I guess this entry was kind of rambly. It’s just with the chances I got, I found myself lucky rather than pressed to succeed to the max. I feel like, I try my best and hope for the best. If it’s not good enough in some circles, I move on. Kinda lame but I don’t know, I don’t want to go on living life always wanting more (“No matter how much I get.”).