It knows no borders, and so it crosses them all
I learned today that I had forgotten your last name. Today your name, tomorrow your face, and the next day the way you felt beside me at night-
I'm too immature for anything less than perfect anyway.
My semester is going to kill me if I let it. At this point I've decided not to do the fulbright because my German isn't good enough. I'm thinking Forensic Anth. grad school. I'm fairly sure it'll become the new love of my life. Which is good. I need something to make me happy right now. I'm too busy freaking out over German. I'm thinking I may make the first C of my life this year. It's gotten to the point that it really doesn't concern me, and that's what scares me. Not the fact that I don't care if I make a C, but that I just stopped caring about a lot of things that I used to hold close to my heart. Maybe I should look more into that. Hypochondriac's model of first my heart, then my head, and the rest will follow.
meh, I'll just keep doing what I'm doing for now.