Well well well
Today I woke up at 4:30. I honestly think this is the latest I've ever woken up from a sleep the night before.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Well, I did go to bed at a signifigantly late time, so i guess it's only normal i wake up at a signifigantly late time. Makes sense in the scheme.
I've been feeling bittersweet lately. Happy, yet unproductive. I haven't really grasped this concept, I usualy thought the two of those went hand in hand. I don't get it.
I've been happy and satisfied with myself the past week or so, but I haven't really been creative, or challenged myself any. I have to remind myself that I enjoy being creative, and it's more fun than anything to do it.
Thanksgiving is this week. I've been waiting for this a long time. It'll be nice to see everyone and make my hello's and goodbyes accordingly. And maybe rob them.
I like calendars, but i think the ones where you rip off a page a day are kindof morbid and scary. Kind of a countdown. It's like right when you get it, in December,or January or whenever, it's big, it's thick, and it's ready to take on a new year. You feel as if there are so many pieces of paper to be ripped off, so many comics to be read, quotes to read, or whatever. It's a hole big countdown of oppurtunity. And you feel that this year you'll make something of it, that by the time there's only one paper left to rip you'll be someone differnet, somewhere different.
And then the calendar starts to get a little thin. Instead of a countdown of oppurtunity, it's a countdown to make something of your year, and make it fast, before theres only one paper left and you've got nothing to show for it except the little holder that held all your papers and the cardboard back of it.
I've come pretty far in a year, though. I feel like sense this time last year there were some things I'd have to learn, some people i'd have to meet, and some people i'd have to learn a lot from.
I visited emerson the other day. It was nice. I'd like to go there, I think. Oh well, I'll be happy wherever I go. I'm starting to like Boston a lot more. Just need money. Money is the root of all bad and good things. It pretty much sucks a hard, fat dick. That was insightful.
Well, I'm going to go watch an episode of 24 and pass out only to wake up in a few hours and then rip another page off my countdown calendar.
What the hell is wrong with me?
Well, I did go to bed at a signifigantly late time, so i guess it's only normal i wake up at a signifigantly late time. Makes sense in the scheme.
I've been feeling bittersweet lately. Happy, yet unproductive. I haven't really grasped this concept, I usualy thought the two of those went hand in hand. I don't get it.
I've been happy and satisfied with myself the past week or so, but I haven't really been creative, or challenged myself any. I have to remind myself that I enjoy being creative, and it's more fun than anything to do it.
Thanksgiving is this week. I've been waiting for this a long time. It'll be nice to see everyone and make my hello's and goodbyes accordingly. And maybe rob them.
I like calendars, but i think the ones where you rip off a page a day are kindof morbid and scary. Kind of a countdown. It's like right when you get it, in December,or January or whenever, it's big, it's thick, and it's ready to take on a new year. You feel as if there are so many pieces of paper to be ripped off, so many comics to be read, quotes to read, or whatever. It's a hole big countdown of oppurtunity. And you feel that this year you'll make something of it, that by the time there's only one paper left to rip you'll be someone differnet, somewhere different.
And then the calendar starts to get a little thin. Instead of a countdown of oppurtunity, it's a countdown to make something of your year, and make it fast, before theres only one paper left and you've got nothing to show for it except the little holder that held all your papers and the cardboard back of it.
I've come pretty far in a year, though. I feel like sense this time last year there were some things I'd have to learn, some people i'd have to meet, and some people i'd have to learn a lot from.
I visited emerson the other day. It was nice. I'd like to go there, I think. Oh well, I'll be happy wherever I go. I'm starting to like Boston a lot more. Just need money. Money is the root of all bad and good things. It pretty much sucks a hard, fat dick. That was insightful.
Well, I'm going to go watch an episode of 24 and pass out only to wake up in a few hours and then rip another page off my countdown calendar.