"She left and made it look sexy..."
So...pensive, introspective, microscopic view on life...why am I always brooding? I just sent off applications to grad school but I don't really feel passionate about anything other than feelings themselves. So, mistake? I feel like I'm not meant to DO anything, just experience it all...does that make sense, and how do I go about DOING that?
I was driving this morning with the windows down (yeah it was kinda chilly) but I love how the beginning of spring smells and then sunlight is a little bit different, more hopeful or something. Winter is so stifling and I think much of the population suffers from some degree of Seasonal Affective Disorder (I've certainly not been spared). Spring is good, summer is better and I'm sitting here waiting for it.
I had a dream about my grandfather the other day and the whole thing was him standing in his backyard smiling as the sun beat down on his skin. It made me incredibly sad. He's not doing that great right now, he might lose a leg from poor circulation and he's not getting any younger. He's really the only father figure I've had for most of my life and, well...I don't know, I love him. But that's neither here nor there...wherever that is.
I've been thinking myself into insomnia again (apparently my brain is waking up with the sunlight) but I don't feel like I'm slipping into some kind of insanity this time.
Oh, I have cats...a black persian named Grendel and a Himalayan named Loki. Points to you if you know where the names are from. Double points if you don't ask me how much they cost...silly prissy felines. They like to take giant shits in the middle of the night which makes for an sensory nightmare while trying to sleep. The bonus is that I end up talking to the cats now rather than to myself when I'm walking around the house like a loon.
I like pita chips...especially with cinnamon and sugar...mmmm.
I am currently failing one of my classes. This would result in me not graduating in May and a definite rejection from grad schools. I should probably be more upset...probably.
If you've got this far and are wondering what the point of this is you are not alone...I have no idea. Perhaps I'll update more in little snippets rather than long-winded randomness so I might appear to have some semblance of sanity (which is totally overrated by the way).
Whatever pitas.
I was driving this morning with the windows down (yeah it was kinda chilly) but I love how the beginning of spring smells and then sunlight is a little bit different, more hopeful or something. Winter is so stifling and I think much of the population suffers from some degree of Seasonal Affective Disorder (I've certainly not been spared). Spring is good, summer is better and I'm sitting here waiting for it.
I had a dream about my grandfather the other day and the whole thing was him standing in his backyard smiling as the sun beat down on his skin. It made me incredibly sad. He's not doing that great right now, he might lose a leg from poor circulation and he's not getting any younger. He's really the only father figure I've had for most of my life and, well...I don't know, I love him. But that's neither here nor there...wherever that is.
I've been thinking myself into insomnia again (apparently my brain is waking up with the sunlight) but I don't feel like I'm slipping into some kind of insanity this time.
Oh, I have cats...a black persian named Grendel and a Himalayan named Loki. Points to you if you know where the names are from. Double points if you don't ask me how much they cost...silly prissy felines. They like to take giant shits in the middle of the night which makes for an sensory nightmare while trying to sleep. The bonus is that I end up talking to the cats now rather than to myself when I'm walking around the house like a loon.
I like pita chips...especially with cinnamon and sugar...mmmm.
I am currently failing one of my classes. This would result in me not graduating in May and a definite rejection from grad schools. I should probably be more upset...probably.
If you've got this far and are wondering what the point of this is you are not alone...I have no idea. Perhaps I'll update more in little snippets rather than long-winded randomness so I might appear to have some semblance of sanity (which is totally overrated by the way).
Whatever pitas.