Everything is Okay
3:35 AM. Laying in my bed. Thoughts going through my head. If I didn't know better, I'd say I was dead.
So said Fred.
I haven't written in this thing in forever.... and so a semester goes just as surely as it came. Time would have it no different. I don't even know if my body even has a sleep schedule anymore. A couple mornings of waking up for 7:30 exams, but the night before of staying up till 7:30 writing an essay. Screw the circadian rhythm anyway.
More than excited for Christmas. Ecstatic, really. Just being home for a good amount of time. An overbearing amount of people I love all in the same area. Sounds like an incredible time waiting to happen. And the showwwwwww. I'm not even sure how that will go over, but it will be the most I've enjoyed myself in a while for sure.
I'm completely ready for this semester to be over already and to be asleep in Breanne's car probably, with my broken headphones listening to my ipod. I can't say I'm at all looking forward to next semester, however. Hopefully, the inbetween can soften the blow.
So, I don't think I've ever felt so horribly about how I've handled things in the past as I do now. For no damn good reason too. I acted foolishly and now have to face the idiocracy of my decisions. They say you reap what you sow. And the sweet is never as without the sorrow.
I stayed in a house of brick
Still stands, but it's been sick for years
Picture of heath; loud and tall
Dying the moment night falls-no one hears
You thought you were dying
So, I bought you a lion, now don't you fear
You thought you were dying
So, I lost a lion, now I'm here
You thought you were crying,
But your tears, they were lying
So here are some of my favorite pictures I've taken on this macbook, so far:
So said Fred.
I haven't written in this thing in forever.... and so a semester goes just as surely as it came. Time would have it no different. I don't even know if my body even has a sleep schedule anymore. A couple mornings of waking up for 7:30 exams, but the night before of staying up till 7:30 writing an essay. Screw the circadian rhythm anyway.
More than excited for Christmas. Ecstatic, really. Just being home for a good amount of time. An overbearing amount of people I love all in the same area. Sounds like an incredible time waiting to happen. And the showwwwwww. I'm not even sure how that will go over, but it will be the most I've enjoyed myself in a while for sure.
I'm completely ready for this semester to be over already and to be asleep in Breanne's car probably, with my broken headphones listening to my ipod. I can't say I'm at all looking forward to next semester, however. Hopefully, the inbetween can soften the blow.
So, I don't think I've ever felt so horribly about how I've handled things in the past as I do now. For no damn good reason too. I acted foolishly and now have to face the idiocracy of my decisions. They say you reap what you sow. And the sweet is never as without the sorrow.
I stayed in a house of brick
Still stands, but it's been sick for years
Picture of heath; loud and tall
Dying the moment night falls-no one hears
You thought you were dying
So, I bought you a lion, now don't you fear
You thought you were dying
So, I lost a lion, now I'm here
You thought you were crying,
But your tears, they were lying
So here are some of my favorite pictures I've taken on this macbook, so far: