Here I am again, puking my feelings all over my blog
So, for some odd reason my body felt like only sleeping four hours today and nothing more, so I got up around like 4:30-5:00ish. I really couldn't get myself back to sleep so rather than just play video games I decided to try to catch the sunrise, but I wanted to at least do it from a good vantage point. So, while things were still dark and David was still asleep, I climbed to the 28th floor of University Hall here at UIC (I'm glad I live so close and I don't have to walk far.) I didn't get to see the sun peak over the horizon mind you, this is Chicago after all and we do have a pretty formidable skyline. Still, it was a treat seeing the sky turn blue and campus slowly creep to life. It was cold and it kinda sucked and it was wonderful.
I even snatched up a picture.
Sometimes it drives me nuts, how tiny I am and how I have no raw patina of greatness to me. Try as I might, I am so very very mundane, through and through. Everyone feels this, right? This uncomfortable pressure that hangs on the edge of your life? To want to be as big as the world, but knowing it's never that simple? My life is so fulfilling already, but I want so much more. I've never been more comfortable in my own skin than I am now even though, sometimes, this doesn't feel like my life. I can't stay still, but I like it here so much. What's worse, I apparently can't shut up about it. I'm not even that conflicted about this. I've said stuff like this before, but it's just something I can't get off my mind.
I know this is an already cryptic post from someone who is habitually cryptic (unintentionally), but does this make sense to anyone out there?
Also I stole yet another test from Magmaforge. Seriously, we (my group of friends I mean) have been a regular society of thieves with these all these quizzes as of late. Someone should arrest me here. I blame society.
http://friends.imagini.net/vdna.php?responseUID=92094-7849&srv=iwebhd5
I even snatched up a picture.
Sometimes it drives me nuts, how tiny I am and how I have no raw patina of greatness to me. Try as I might, I am so very very mundane, through and through. Everyone feels this, right? This uncomfortable pressure that hangs on the edge of your life? To want to be as big as the world, but knowing it's never that simple? My life is so fulfilling already, but I want so much more. I've never been more comfortable in my own skin than I am now even though, sometimes, this doesn't feel like my life. I can't stay still, but I like it here so much. What's worse, I apparently can't shut up about it. I'm not even that conflicted about this. I've said stuff like this before, but it's just something I can't get off my mind.
I know this is an already cryptic post from someone who is habitually cryptic (unintentionally), but does this make sense to anyone out there?
Also I stole yet another test from Magmaforge. Seriously, we (my group of friends I mean) have been a regular society of thieves with these all these quizzes as of late. Someone should arrest me here. I blame society.
http://friends.imagini.net/vdna.php?responseUID=92094-7849&srv=iwebhd5