5 months, huh. Can't believe it.
I konked out with the lights on and the heater running all night. He must've turned the light off for me, but left the heater on.
I woke up at 5AM, choking and sweating.
Went to the bathroom, was too fearful of killing my eyes in sudden light so walked around in darkness.
Read LJ for the first time in months.
5:55 and someone's alarm goes off.
I read more LJs.
6:03 and apparently that person hit snooze because it goes off again.
My phone snoozes for 8 minutes, too. What's great about 8 minutes.
I eagerly await weekend. Feel as though it's my first weekend of fun all quarter. The rest has just been being stressed out by overloading myself. And looking for jobs after grad.
Sounds typical but I can't envision myself in norcal or east coast, even though I say to others that it's a possibility I will be working/living in those places. I only see myself in La Jolla. But then I don't want to be here. Plus there will be nothing here for me to stay for.
For some reason the feeling of looking at life collectively and seeing the similar details of people is sort of an addiction. It seems to be part of what makes life interesting. Similiarities and differences, of course. But there's something in knowing that there is some sort of common experience going on and I don't really want to describe it any futher.
The birds are squawking now, and not singing.
I woke up at 5AM, choking and sweating.
Went to the bathroom, was too fearful of killing my eyes in sudden light so walked around in darkness.
Read LJ for the first time in months.
5:55 and someone's alarm goes off.
I read more LJs.
6:03 and apparently that person hit snooze because it goes off again.
My phone snoozes for 8 minutes, too. What's great about 8 minutes.
I eagerly await weekend. Feel as though it's my first weekend of fun all quarter. The rest has just been being stressed out by overloading myself. And looking for jobs after grad.
Sounds typical but I can't envision myself in norcal or east coast, even though I say to others that it's a possibility I will be working/living in those places. I only see myself in La Jolla. But then I don't want to be here. Plus there will be nothing here for me to stay for.
For some reason the feeling of looking at life collectively and seeing the similar details of people is sort of an addiction. It seems to be part of what makes life interesting. Similiarities and differences, of course. But there's something in knowing that there is some sort of common experience going on and I don't really want to describe it any futher.
The birds are squawking now, and not singing.