Busy bees should fight...with pillows of course
GRAH! There's so much to do! :D
I'm sure my comrades must feel this as well. Family, friends, school, jobs, extracurriculars, personal issues; of this list I'm sure it's the same story for everyone.
Lately my life has been a record of lists. Lists of what I have to do, lists of what I need to work on, lists of what I eat, what I spend, lists of life that are starting to scare me in how precise my behavior patterns really are.
I'm trying to make everything so structured when it's in my nature to be half-assed. Still I'm doing an eerily good job of it so far, but I fear that to rely or written and mental lists will give me a task-oriented dependency that won't give me much freedom for open reflection. Then again I'm writing in this thing so I'm probably not as far gone as I perceive. :)
One of my thoughts lately is that I SHOULD BEAT THE LIVING TAR OUT OF MY FRIENDS AND COMRADES.
Yes you read right, I want to get some pillows or some water guns and hand them to my friends and acquaintances, head over to the Cello House common room or Memorial Glade and just have a massive soft violence fight! I guess I'm just not in the mood for some touchy-feely way to release the aggression/anxiety I have inside me and I don't think I'm alone in that sentiment. A nice clean stress relieving pillow fight where we pelt each other until we're tired and cured of the urge to hit something/someone would be a nice way to spend an hour with friends!
Hmm, maybe it's the hunger talking. -_- Chances are a sandwich will only encourage the idea more.
I'm sure my comrades must feel this as well. Family, friends, school, jobs, extracurriculars, personal issues; of this list I'm sure it's the same story for everyone.
Lately my life has been a record of lists. Lists of what I have to do, lists of what I need to work on, lists of what I eat, what I spend, lists of life that are starting to scare me in how precise my behavior patterns really are.
I'm trying to make everything so structured when it's in my nature to be half-assed. Still I'm doing an eerily good job of it so far, but I fear that to rely or written and mental lists will give me a task-oriented dependency that won't give me much freedom for open reflection. Then again I'm writing in this thing so I'm probably not as far gone as I perceive. :)
One of my thoughts lately is that I SHOULD BEAT THE LIVING TAR OUT OF MY FRIENDS AND COMRADES.
Yes you read right, I want to get some pillows or some water guns and hand them to my friends and acquaintances, head over to the Cello House common room or Memorial Glade and just have a massive soft violence fight! I guess I'm just not in the mood for some touchy-feely way to release the aggression/anxiety I have inside me and I don't think I'm alone in that sentiment. A nice clean stress relieving pillow fight where we pelt each other until we're tired and cured of the urge to hit something/someone would be a nice way to spend an hour with friends!
Hmm, maybe it's the hunger talking. -_- Chances are a sandwich will only encourage the idea more.