Serendipity with a touch of salt
I feel inspired, instigated, instilled with a sense of BAM-ness! I want to run jump laugh bounce and then sock somebody REALLY hard just because I could. I want to run away and never come back, I want to blame somebody for being born, I want to spit out cliches and NOT CARE because DAMN IT so WHAT if I use capslock? So rarely do we feel as alive as these moments, these effervescent moments of pure energy! Let it go! It'll come back anyway! Everything comes back in the end, the rain and the sun and the dark and the light, it all comes back!
IT'S ALL COMING BACK.
I'd also like to point out, that "come on" is one phrase that does not have any stems on the letters, like b or p or i.
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So the feeling is gone now. But that's ok. It'll come back. It always does. And you know, everything comes in cycles, and I'm not afraid to be who I am anymore, and I'm not afraid to say what I want anymore, and I'm OK now. I'm going to obsessively order my colored pencils and speak in weird phrases and just be myself. Because on the one week where I can't do anything besides study, on the week of #2 pencils and flashcards, I'm going to wear my boar's tooth necklace and dress like it's 70's day and I'm going to ace every single fucking final. Speaking of fucking, I highly recommend readers to visit
www.fuckthesouth.com
because it's really funny and it has an excellent point.
AND I totally ran out of steam. Whee. I studied all day for my math final. No, I don't think you understand. ALL DAY. From 7 in the morning until 10 minutes ago. 15 hours of studying. That is far more math than any human should ever have to deal with. But I'm so lame- that's probably nothing compared to college.
I was thinking of UC Santa Cruz as a possible college for me to attend. It's pretty, it's close by and yet far away, and the city of Santa Cruz sent a letter to Congress demanding Bush's impeachment. Which seals the envelope, imho.
To a time when teeth are brushed go I.
For those of you not fortunate to own large collections of colored pencils that you can arrange in spectrographic order, I'm sorry. Because it's one of the most mind-numbingly fun things you can do. Man... if I was autistic I'd be in serious trouble.
IT'S ALL COMING BACK.
I'd also like to point out, that "come on" is one phrase that does not have any stems on the letters, like b or p or i.
≤<.................................................................>≥
So the feeling is gone now. But that's ok. It'll come back. It always does. And you know, everything comes in cycles, and I'm not afraid to be who I am anymore, and I'm not afraid to say what I want anymore, and I'm OK now. I'm going to obsessively order my colored pencils and speak in weird phrases and just be myself. Because on the one week where I can't do anything besides study, on the week of #2 pencils and flashcards, I'm going to wear my boar's tooth necklace and dress like it's 70's day and I'm going to ace every single fucking final. Speaking of fucking, I highly recommend readers to visit
www.fuckthesouth.com
because it's really funny and it has an excellent point.
AND I totally ran out of steam. Whee. I studied all day for my math final. No, I don't think you understand. ALL DAY. From 7 in the morning until 10 minutes ago. 15 hours of studying. That is far more math than any human should ever have to deal with. But I'm so lame- that's probably nothing compared to college.
I was thinking of UC Santa Cruz as a possible college for me to attend. It's pretty, it's close by and yet far away, and the city of Santa Cruz sent a letter to Congress demanding Bush's impeachment. Which seals the envelope, imho.
To a time when teeth are brushed go I.
For those of you not fortunate to own large collections of colored pencils that you can arrange in spectrographic order, I'm sorry. Because it's one of the most mind-numbingly fun things you can do. Man... if I was autistic I'd be in serious trouble.
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