Anticipation
You watch the sunrise
You know the darkness had no choice before the dawn
With your own eyes
Then you broke out laughing from a yawn
I'm so sorry I've been so down
Started doubting things could ever turn around
And I still can't believe that all we are is material
It's nonsensical
I think of this song because it's nearly 4:12, the Spring album from Jon Foreman is released and I'll probably download it tomorrow, and I am coming into the home stretch. One more piece of paperwork to finish and print in the early morning after a glorious shower, then I'm off to pick up the photographs I've had printed for my project. I printed everything in fiber prints even though I didn't have to because I had more fiber paper and I like that I don't have to do as many adjustments. Tonight I was a robot again. One of my classmates said in a disgusted tone, "Why are you always so happy!" and I guess I have to take it as a compliment. I'll take whatever contact with people I can.
Dance class was good, and though I wanted Starbucks after - special occasion/all nighter is always an occasion for Starbucks coffee - I had to settle for a strawberry sundae from DQ since the coffee place closed on time. I think I'll pick up a coffee in the morning. I will need it. This morning I woke up at six, so if I stayed up for the next two hours I'd be hitting on 24. Strangely, I am really not that tired at all, and haven't been all evening. I think I am just pumped up on panicky adrenaline and now that the finish line is in sight and spring is sprunging all over the place, *stops to laugh at everyone I know is cringing right now* I am giddy with anticipation.
Just a little more work. Just a little, and most of it fun. Then I hop on a plane to the other side of the world. According to Facebook, it's 4 days and 16 hours. Wow. I'm stunned. Four days. Four. *swoons*
You know the darkness had no choice before the dawn
With your own eyes
Then you broke out laughing from a yawn
I'm so sorry I've been so down
Started doubting things could ever turn around
And I still can't believe that all we are is material
It's nonsensical
I think of this song because it's nearly 4:12, the Spring album from Jon Foreman is released and I'll probably download it tomorrow, and I am coming into the home stretch. One more piece of paperwork to finish and print in the early morning after a glorious shower, then I'm off to pick up the photographs I've had printed for my project. I printed everything in fiber prints even though I didn't have to because I had more fiber paper and I like that I don't have to do as many adjustments. Tonight I was a robot again. One of my classmates said in a disgusted tone, "Why are you always so happy!" and I guess I have to take it as a compliment. I'll take whatever contact with people I can.
Dance class was good, and though I wanted Starbucks after - special occasion/all nighter is always an occasion for Starbucks coffee - I had to settle for a strawberry sundae from DQ since the coffee place closed on time. I think I'll pick up a coffee in the morning. I will need it. This morning I woke up at six, so if I stayed up for the next two hours I'd be hitting on 24. Strangely, I am really not that tired at all, and haven't been all evening. I think I am just pumped up on panicky adrenaline and now that the finish line is in sight and spring is sprunging all over the place, *stops to laugh at everyone I know is cringing right now* I am giddy with anticipation.
Just a little more work. Just a little, and most of it fun. Then I hop on a plane to the other side of the world. According to Facebook, it's 4 days and 16 hours. Wow. I'm stunned. Four days. Four. *swoons*