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My room is a complete mess. There is hookah ash just about everywhere.....on my desk, on joe's speakers, on my speech book, everywhere. My bed is covered in CDs, clothes and opened packages. My other side of the desk is covered in paper, a corn cob pipe and a lot of DVDs and CDs. What can i say? our room has character. I just found a room in our building that i can smoke in late at night too.
My life has been deteorating ever since i've lost my CD player. Not only that, but i don't remember what CD i had in there, which kind of drives me nuts. My CDs and my music collection are just things that i can't lose, at any cost. They're are the core of all my posessions. go ahead and even take all of my underwear, i'll free ball it for awhile. But not my CDs.
On top of losing my CD player, i have no motivation to walk anywhere by myself or jog anymore. I loved my evening walks that frequented during high school. Just walk around in the middle of the night listening to some music. Most "thought-clearing" routine in the world. You wouldn't believe the trouble i have with borrowing people's CD players. The first two were out of batteries, and i didn't realize it till too late; the last one was so old i had to hold it at about a 48 degree angle, or it would just turn off. No, not skip, but turn off. As if i had hit the stop button.
I guess the metaphor, if that is the right term for it, of the past week is this:
I'm walking along a path, two different oceans by me. One on my direct left, the other on my direct right. Which one do i sail in my sailboat? (also, both look a little dangerous to be sailing in).
My life has been deteorating ever since i've lost my CD player. Not only that, but i don't remember what CD i had in there, which kind of drives me nuts. My CDs and my music collection are just things that i can't lose, at any cost. They're are the core of all my posessions. go ahead and even take all of my underwear, i'll free ball it for awhile. But not my CDs.
On top of losing my CD player, i have no motivation to walk anywhere by myself or jog anymore. I loved my evening walks that frequented during high school. Just walk around in the middle of the night listening to some music. Most "thought-clearing" routine in the world. You wouldn't believe the trouble i have with borrowing people's CD players. The first two were out of batteries, and i didn't realize it till too late; the last one was so old i had to hold it at about a 48 degree angle, or it would just turn off. No, not skip, but turn off. As if i had hit the stop button.
I guess the metaphor, if that is the right term for it, of the past week is this:
I'm walking along a path, two different oceans by me. One on my direct left, the other on my direct right. Which one do i sail in my sailboat? (also, both look a little dangerous to be sailing in).