the ocean breathes salty
Hmm.. Ok so first let me just state the obvious, for the record, I have an exam tomorrow and I am in a desperate need for procrastinaion. Linzie, in her own desperate need for a distraction cleaned the kitchen. There goes another hour I could've wated.
yes yes, I have a final, and oh dear god, I don't think I'm going to be bragging about this one. This quarter I got stuck with the ass wiping TA's. Gosh, why can't I get back into the mentality I had in high school? Why don't I care about my grades? Why don't I worry about my future? It's not so much a laughing matter when you attempt to actually provide answers to all your doubts. Not that I actually try so hard. Lately, it seems everyone is having the same endless conversation with themselves, but I can't help but feel that that does not justify my own confusion. I've never thought twice about what I had to do. I guess it was all a perfect layout of steps and rules, and my job was simply to abide by it. Now, however, when I look ahead at the road, all I see is fog, and I'm left without a flashlight to lead my way through the darkness. I don't want to sound like a complainer, god knows we have enough of those already but my therapist is on lay-away or something. As the song says, even superheroes cry every once in a while.
But I guess what I'm trying to say is, I enjoy being close to the ocean, even if I usually think it too cold to play in the water. I'm beginning to realize I might not always have this luxury, and I thought to myself: man, when I'm older and trying to go to sleep, knowing that the ocean is not a couple of blocks away, will I be sleeping as sound as I am now? The only remedy I could think of was to write about it and inform you that I am now adding one of those noise making machines (the ones with wave sounds, jungle sounds, etc.) to my x-mas with list. dont judge me...
yes yes, I have a final, and oh dear god, I don't think I'm going to be bragging about this one. This quarter I got stuck with the ass wiping TA's. Gosh, why can't I get back into the mentality I had in high school? Why don't I care about my grades? Why don't I worry about my future? It's not so much a laughing matter when you attempt to actually provide answers to all your doubts. Not that I actually try so hard. Lately, it seems everyone is having the same endless conversation with themselves, but I can't help but feel that that does not justify my own confusion. I've never thought twice about what I had to do. I guess it was all a perfect layout of steps and rules, and my job was simply to abide by it. Now, however, when I look ahead at the road, all I see is fog, and I'm left without a flashlight to lead my way through the darkness. I don't want to sound like a complainer, god knows we have enough of those already but my therapist is on lay-away or something. As the song says, even superheroes cry every once in a while.
But I guess what I'm trying to say is, I enjoy being close to the ocean, even if I usually think it too cold to play in the water. I'm beginning to realize I might not always have this luxury, and I thought to myself: man, when I'm older and trying to go to sleep, knowing that the ocean is not a couple of blocks away, will I be sleeping as sound as I am now? The only remedy I could think of was to write about it and inform you that I am now adding one of those noise making machines (the ones with wave sounds, jungle sounds, etc.) to my x-mas with list. dont judge me...