some say that I'm a dreamer
Today I had a satisfying evening of contemplation. Sometimes solitude is the best medicine. I walked through the twilight, a steamy chai latte in hand, wishing that I hadn't forgotten Labyrinths by Boges on my dresser, Robert Nesta Marley blazing the sound waves, reveling in the this city's pathetic quietness, feeling pretentious as fuck and loving it. That sentence was most definitely grammatically/syntactically incorrect, but school is overrr. And I'm only a journalism major so its not like I'll need grammar. Wait! Oh shit, I'm dead wrong!
Anyways, today was bittersweet because (a) I was ecstatic after realizing I'm done with high school's uselessness, (b) I realized I've avoided/failed to take advantage of certain opportunities, (c) I actually didn't get a D- on my senior paper as my dreams predicted (!), and (d) I'll miss my bitches dearly.
I also had a vision in which sexuality transcended human attraction. Join my new order! Instead of desiring people, one would desire ideas, concepts, and histories (and the inanimate objects that may symbolize these ideas, concepts, and histories).
ex) I could totally catch myself flirting with the Rastafarian Movement, and I can see myself making out with Greek Mythology. I would definitely have a long-term relationship with Márquez's mythical city of Macondo, and I'd try to sex up Gregory Isaacs's album Night Nurse a few times. No woman, no cry, right? Right.
Anyways, today was bittersweet because (a) I was ecstatic after realizing I'm done with high school's uselessness, (b) I realized I've avoided/failed to take advantage of certain opportunities, (c) I actually didn't get a D- on my senior paper as my dreams predicted (!), and (d) I'll miss my bitches dearly.
I also had a vision in which sexuality transcended human attraction. Join my new order! Instead of desiring people, one would desire ideas, concepts, and histories (and the inanimate objects that may symbolize these ideas, concepts, and histories).
ex) I could totally catch myself flirting with the Rastafarian Movement, and I can see myself making out with Greek Mythology. I would definitely have a long-term relationship with Márquez's mythical city of Macondo, and I'd try to sex up Gregory Isaacs's album Night Nurse a few times. No woman, no cry, right? Right.