Light, Scattered Thoughts With A Chance Of... Morrissey? / A Rough Start

So, maybe it's just me, but I find that a decent dose of Morrissey/The Smiths does a whole lot of good for my sometimes weary and frustrated soul. Seeing as Morrissey's fans are known as some the most fiercely loyal fans on the planet, I know I can't be alone in my complete faith in lyric prescriptions. I've been thinking about Morrissey recently as I just went through a frightening three weeks consisting basically of two parts: end-of-quarter and the beginning of a brand new one. You see, Morrissey (please don't attack me for tossing them into one, I know they're not, it's just much simpler this way) is my rainy day music. And my quiet hope-filled music. And my I-could-care-less-at-this-point music. And my happy day music.

Today was a good day, as was last week. Most days are good if you have the right attitude - hate to use that word, but that's the most commonly understandable way to say it - and I really don't want people to get the idea that I'm a negative person with an oh-so-hard life, because I'm not. Life is good! I have wonderful friends, challenging classes with some brilliant teachers, people to admire, snow (as of Saturday!), and a loving family. Even if I don't deserve all these things all the time, I always have them, which is unimaginably comforting. And yet, sometimes I worry about these little things in life, such as... Well, you'll find out soon enough. As in, "it's in the next paragraph" soon.

This month's recurring worry has been centered around the fact that some of my close friends are a year older than me, which means that they will be graduating a year before me. ...I'll state the issue directly: I will be alone my senior year. At least, in my mind I will. It's not that I don't have friends, I have a large social circle. It's this issue of 'close friends' that really gets to me. There are two friends in particular that, when they graduate and go off to university, I'm afraid I won't know how to get on without them and that they'll forget about me. Although this is all a relatively long way off and I'm a very independent individual, I'm still concerned. Why? Why must I worry myself over what is essentially nothing? Why must I do that? Why do we do it every day? I don't know, and I'm not actually looking for the answer, but what I do know is that before they graduate I am going to dedicate Morrissey's lovely song "Lucky Lisp" to them. Why?

1) ) It's a great song.
2) We each have a 'lucky lisp', sometimes we just need to be reminded.
3) It will be a show of my adoration for them before they take off into the unknown.

I would imagine that some might turn up their noses at so honest a declaration, but they both know me well enough to make educated decisions surrounding me; if they've gotten this close and stuck around, they aren't leaving anytime soon! 

But I digress. 

I hope you, dear reader, have comprehended something of my scattered thoughts which have been immortalized through the Internet this evening. I never guaranteed your understanding, so please don't point your finger and cry, as it would make me feel quite dismal to have caused you dismay. 

Thanks and love,
Scout


And, for your enjoyment, the lyrics of "Lucky Lisp":

When your gift unfurls,
When your talent becomes apparent,
I will roar from the stalls,
I will gurgle from the circle.
The saints smile shyly 
Down on you;
They couldn't get over 
Your nine-leaf clover.
Lucky lisp was not wasted on you, 
Lucky lisp was not wasted on you. 

When your name's with the best 
Will my name be on your guest list? 
I will roar from the stalls,
Oh, the balcony fool was me, you fool!
Jesus made this all for you, love.
He couldn't get over
Your grandma's omen.
Lucky lisp was not wasted on you, 
Lucky lisp was not wasted on you.