i'm the man with the plan. the man of recurrence habit pattern compulsion.
finals went as well as they possibly could have
sem. 1/8 : 3.83 gpa
still need to do better
hit the road tomorrow with ashley
probably stay the night in LA
then push forth to the bay the following afternoon
smooth sailin
California Dec 21st - January 16th
Excited to introduce my lady to the entire family via christmas day. Excited to strap on the long johns and hop on bart to 16th and Mission, civic center, balboa park. Excited to see what home is like with the misery of old aside. Good friends are on the other end. We may be house sitting for one of my former coworkers and staying at her place in Berkeley. Interesting test in play-cohabitation. the closer i get to the bay without crossing the bridge the more clearly the nostalgia rings. put it to bed.
hoping i don't incur any self-inflicted injuries this new years as i have in the past (i.e. putting cigarettes out on my arm/shattering my elbow). as long as i can remember new years has been a bust. last year the ball dropped as we ran frantically throughout northstar village looking for a bar that wasn't at capacity. the search culminated in bloody ice and broken ankles, brimming hotel lobbies and makeshift bandages. the year prior to that landed me slumped in the back of audrey's volvo at just past 12, with "no scrambling" on slurred repeat. I was on a very destructive path, that which since i've managed to veer from.
the love i feel now may seem less passionate in writing; it's less frenetic, frenzied, overwrought. the mindless confusion of a misguided meltdown could have be mistaken for passion. I'm no longer trying to define the feelings i have like i used to. My love exists, i acknowledge it, and i allow it breathe. it's more of a calm morning on a tepid lake type of love than a hale storm over violent rapids type of love. I'm not searching for words, I've come to endorse the notion that when thing's fit, the words aren't necessary. ain't nothin to prove to no one. yeah, i'm in love; it's easy and i'm focused.
26: Meryl Rescoe wrote at 5:57pm
Jack didn't know the answer to something when he got called on so one of us gave him the complete lie of 26 as the answer...somehow it became a running joke.
-you've bridged a gap which had remained uncrossed for nearly 8 years. thank you meryl rescoe.
this past month has been the first satisfying november in over four years: void of break ups, cut offs, guilt, accusations, confessions, and other catalysts of general misery. i'd like to take this opportunity to thank my luck stars.
ashley's got pizza and my presence is being requested. beep beep to the update.
sike pizza's got olives AND artichokes, we're dining south of the border.
wish me ease in mind and travels
-andrew
sem. 1/8 : 3.83 gpa
still need to do better
hit the road tomorrow with ashley
probably stay the night in LA
then push forth to the bay the following afternoon
smooth sailin
California Dec 21st - January 16th
Excited to introduce my lady to the entire family via christmas day. Excited to strap on the long johns and hop on bart to 16th and Mission, civic center, balboa park. Excited to see what home is like with the misery of old aside. Good friends are on the other end. We may be house sitting for one of my former coworkers and staying at her place in Berkeley. Interesting test in play-cohabitation. the closer i get to the bay without crossing the bridge the more clearly the nostalgia rings. put it to bed.
hoping i don't incur any self-inflicted injuries this new years as i have in the past (i.e. putting cigarettes out on my arm/shattering my elbow). as long as i can remember new years has been a bust. last year the ball dropped as we ran frantically throughout northstar village looking for a bar that wasn't at capacity. the search culminated in bloody ice and broken ankles, brimming hotel lobbies and makeshift bandages. the year prior to that landed me slumped in the back of audrey's volvo at just past 12, with "no scrambling" on slurred repeat. I was on a very destructive path, that which since i've managed to veer from.
the love i feel now may seem less passionate in writing; it's less frenetic, frenzied, overwrought. the mindless confusion of a misguided meltdown could have be mistaken for passion. I'm no longer trying to define the feelings i have like i used to. My love exists, i acknowledge it, and i allow it breathe. it's more of a calm morning on a tepid lake type of love than a hale storm over violent rapids type of love. I'm not searching for words, I've come to endorse the notion that when thing's fit, the words aren't necessary. ain't nothin to prove to no one. yeah, i'm in love; it's easy and i'm focused.
26: Meryl Rescoe wrote at 5:57pm
Jack didn't know the answer to something when he got called on so one of us gave him the complete lie of 26 as the answer...somehow it became a running joke.
-you've bridged a gap which had remained uncrossed for nearly 8 years. thank you meryl rescoe.
this past month has been the first satisfying november in over four years: void of break ups, cut offs, guilt, accusations, confessions, and other catalysts of general misery. i'd like to take this opportunity to thank my luck stars.
ashley's got pizza and my presence is being requested. beep beep to the update.
sike pizza's got olives AND artichokes, we're dining south of the border.
wish me ease in mind and travels
-andrew