let down and hanging around
its 12:46, and im typing. im laying in my bed, balancing this borrowed laptop on my stomach and listening to nail guns through the window. construction and no parking spaces. a shorter drive and a smaller bankroll. second day back to school and im already writing entries full of sentence fragments. but listen, i was driving at 6:45 and the sun was coming up and forcing itself on the clouds. they became all sorts of colors. i was listening to "let down"--one day i am gonna grow wings/ a chemical reaction/ hysterical and useless--then i sneezed and almost realized myself. but i didnt quite. i really felt i was about to break through. but i just settled back into the cold air in my truck and kept driving.
today, i met people that ive seen for the last two years of my life. we decided we should build a rocket. so, we will.
today, i got a research position from a 40-ish year old indian man, who has a moustache, laughs alot, and smells as if he consumes curry continuously through iv. computational fluid dynamics is now my field of research.
i hope you are well.
today, i met people that ive seen for the last two years of my life. we decided we should build a rocket. so, we will.
today, i got a research position from a 40-ish year old indian man, who has a moustache, laughs alot, and smells as if he consumes curry continuously through iv. computational fluid dynamics is now my field of research.
i hope you are well.