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Fuck hot weather in November. I don't remember it ever being this hot at this time in the year. Welcome global warming?
Eh.
Today is a busy day. I have class from 9:30-3:50. Then work from 5:00-10:15. Hopefully I'll do something after.
Times are certainly changing. I'm having a hard time keeping up. Catching my breathe, it seems. I feel as if I cannot adapt to all the little increments of time, and the changes that come along with them. But I suppose all roads lead to somewhere. I just wish I had some sort of hint, some sort of idea I can conceive from something just to let me know that I am okay; to let me know that I am heading in the right direction. Something to let me know that I am going to be right where I want to be.
According to science, a species must adapt to it's environment in order to survive. I guess that parallels with human emotions and experience. If one cannot adapt to emotional or timely changes, then they will deteriorate on the interior. We will experience the inner turmoil that comes with not being able to adapt. If one cannot adapt, then they will never feel content.
I guess I am sort of going on and on about nothing. Don't get me wrong. I'm not depressed. I'm just waiting quietly. And I am a firm believer in the idea in which states that all men lead lives of quiet desperation. I feel comforted when fully believing in that phrase said by Thoreau.
Eh.
Today is a busy day. I have class from 9:30-3:50. Then work from 5:00-10:15. Hopefully I'll do something after.
Times are certainly changing. I'm having a hard time keeping up. Catching my breathe, it seems. I feel as if I cannot adapt to all the little increments of time, and the changes that come along with them. But I suppose all roads lead to somewhere. I just wish I had some sort of hint, some sort of idea I can conceive from something just to let me know that I am okay; to let me know that I am heading in the right direction. Something to let me know that I am going to be right where I want to be.
According to science, a species must adapt to it's environment in order to survive. I guess that parallels with human emotions and experience. If one cannot adapt to emotional or timely changes, then they will deteriorate on the interior. We will experience the inner turmoil that comes with not being able to adapt. If one cannot adapt, then they will never feel content.
I guess I am sort of going on and on about nothing. Don't get me wrong. I'm not depressed. I'm just waiting quietly. And I am a firm believer in the idea in which states that all men lead lives of quiet desperation. I feel comforted when fully believing in that phrase said by Thoreau.