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how is it may?
i just reread entries, and found the entry i wrote after coming home from ORIENTATION for goodnessakes. it's ridiculous and feels incredibly inappropriate that my first year of college should be coming so swiftly to an end. There's so much thats been left out of all these entries-- so many people and so many experiences, and i don't even know how to sum it up. Jared and I were talking about class once, and he said that at least in my classes i was really learning to do things (i had been telling him about lighting lab) and then he said about himself, "I never know if I learn anything at the end of semester; I guess I feel different..." And maybe that's just it. I sort of feel different. I mean, I learned things like how to hang a lightbulb and who directed "Breathless" and what deconstruction is... but those particulars aside: college? well I guess I feel different.
"It's unlikely we'll succeed":
strange because i believe it is my future staring back at me with eyes so light i'd never dreamed it could be anything else than what they could see
o they are colors that collide and scope my heart belongs into magnificent and everchanging patterns do i'm wide awake at the wheel
it's o so crazy because i can see it oculd be my present so pleasantly and deprived i'd never seen the explained prophecies or anything else it should be o they are troubled in disguise behind wise eyes and wisecracking smiles hypnotized behind the pen along a thirty hour drive i'm not at all what i seem
but my intentions are practical inventions forgot to mention i'm insane by definition we're taking pictures on the paper no escape the morning after i outride the wave
but all in all its unlikely i'll succeed said all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely i'll succeed, all in all it's unlikely
all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed all in all i said its unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely i'll succeed i'd do better to love you distaste for your heart on my sleeve
we keep it simple keep it clean keep repeating the words as often as you need
think think blinks like a turning signal me to turn turn away o from anything good people say o now i will be slective calm cool and collective and listen to the voice and it's perspective hoping that the choice is appropriately respected or protecting me protective me protective me protecting me
but i would like a little sugar in my coffee i would like a little dream id prefer another smoke before the morning or anything else in between
and all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed and all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed i've developed a love for your distaste for wide open spaces i sense a delay
o i'm brushing my mind and scrubbing behind all the places i feel the decay of information oh yeah
its o so wicked and it's wild your past your former style o fake and makebelievin knowin why your leaving home you're just wanting to be on your own said wanting to be on your own wanting to be on your own
--jason mraz
i said goddamn.
i just reread entries, and found the entry i wrote after coming home from ORIENTATION for goodnessakes. it's ridiculous and feels incredibly inappropriate that my first year of college should be coming so swiftly to an end. There's so much thats been left out of all these entries-- so many people and so many experiences, and i don't even know how to sum it up. Jared and I were talking about class once, and he said that at least in my classes i was really learning to do things (i had been telling him about lighting lab) and then he said about himself, "I never know if I learn anything at the end of semester; I guess I feel different..." And maybe that's just it. I sort of feel different. I mean, I learned things like how to hang a lightbulb and who directed "Breathless" and what deconstruction is... but those particulars aside: college? well I guess I feel different.
"It's unlikely we'll succeed":
strange because i believe it is my future staring back at me with eyes so light i'd never dreamed it could be anything else than what they could see
o they are colors that collide and scope my heart belongs into magnificent and everchanging patterns do i'm wide awake at the wheel
it's o so crazy because i can see it oculd be my present so pleasantly and deprived i'd never seen the explained prophecies or anything else it should be o they are troubled in disguise behind wise eyes and wisecracking smiles hypnotized behind the pen along a thirty hour drive i'm not at all what i seem
but my intentions are practical inventions forgot to mention i'm insane by definition we're taking pictures on the paper no escape the morning after i outride the wave
but all in all its unlikely i'll succeed said all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely i'll succeed, all in all it's unlikely
all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed all in all i said its unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely i'll succeed i'd do better to love you distaste for your heart on my sleeve
we keep it simple keep it clean keep repeating the words as often as you need
think think blinks like a turning signal me to turn turn away o from anything good people say o now i will be slective calm cool and collective and listen to the voice and it's perspective hoping that the choice is appropriately respected or protecting me protective me protective me protecting me
but i would like a little sugar in my coffee i would like a little dream id prefer another smoke before the morning or anything else in between
and all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed and all in all it's unlikely
but all in all it's unlikely we'll succeed i've developed a love for your distaste for wide open spaces i sense a delay
o i'm brushing my mind and scrubbing behind all the places i feel the decay of information oh yeah
its o so wicked and it's wild your past your former style o fake and makebelievin knowin why your leaving home you're just wanting to be on your own said wanting to be on your own wanting to be on your own
--jason mraz
i said goddamn.