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So despite the stress/procrastination/universal blah mentioned earlier, I have yet to do much about it.
Ho fucking Hum.
The concept of time boggles my mind. It seems far too easy to drift off into nothingness for a few hours, having accomplished nothing. How does that happen?
Maybe this is what slow death feels like: anticipating it to a point of apathy.
*sigh* I need to start caring, again.
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EDIT: For the record, listening to the Garden State soundtrack does not make you more productive. I'm swaying. I'm in such an ....aaah.... mood. No homework. Garden State. Beautiful things. Happy-nice-thoughtful-warming of the heart-music that makes all the caring go away-things. Damn you Garden State, for making me want to feel beautiful and sing and sway rather than be productive. Let's be beautiful. Let's erase my responsibilities and live our lives happily apathetic. Mmm.. <3 This makes me want to listen to pretty music for hours while curled up in ball of lovey-ness. Perhaps I could request someone to join me, as well.
Ho fucking Hum.
The concept of time boggles my mind. It seems far too easy to drift off into nothingness for a few hours, having accomplished nothing. How does that happen?
Maybe this is what slow death feels like: anticipating it to a point of apathy.
*sigh* I need to start caring, again.
***
EDIT: For the record, listening to the Garden State soundtrack does not make you more productive. I'm swaying. I'm in such an ....aaah.... mood. No homework. Garden State. Beautiful things. Happy-nice-thoughtful-warming of the heart-music that makes all the caring go away-things. Damn you Garden State, for making me want to feel beautiful and sing and sway rather than be productive. Let's be beautiful. Let's erase my responsibilities and live our lives happily apathetic. Mmm.. <3 This makes me want to listen to pretty music for hours while curled up in ball of lovey-ness. Perhaps I could request someone to join me, as well.