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i wish i could just sit down
and write really long letters to everyone
expressing the influence they have had on me
thanking them for their authenticity
but there is no time for such things
no
i must write papers
but instead of actually writing them
it's probably a good idea to simply stare blankly at the computer
and turn on pandora
and explore new music
sit and look at my dirty clothes
the mess i've created
im sick
this is a valid excuse
i have never seen so much snot come out of ones sinuses as i have myself expelled over the past 3 days
and my throat
did i mention how terrible my cough is
how my entire throat feels like it is on fire when i breathe
and during my oral exam in french i started choking flem
on top of all this colorado was frigid until this morning
and being a west coast kid
i think that
a sweatshirt is an adequate shield against the elements, this is not true by the way, and having very few pairs of shoes able to withstand the grievances of the colorado freeze i rely heavily on wool socks
oh it was 65 degrees today
and the sun stayed in the sky till past seven
and the clouds look puffy and bright white here
like old photos of the west
with cowboys and stuff, except there are no cowboys here anymore, i could not describe folks here if i tried, but its nothing too outrageous, it just is what it is, there is a lot of this and that but a lot of nothing at all
in all honesty i will do most anything to keep from writing this very simple midterm
i will tell you it is a strenuous 10 page minimum work discussing the origin of war in our world worth 45% of my grade. I will tell you the class makes no sense and the professor's yoda like qualities distract me from understanding his purpose. But all these things are lies. The material is quite simple, the work expected of me is that of a high school student, i know how to write papers, i just. Well i just dont, i play up the bad, convince myself its not all worth it, and then i sit and write livejournal posts. anything to keep from completing the task at hand
maybe im just obsessed with the way i do things, why i do this shit constantly, but then again this could again just be a waste of useful time, superfluous words to explain a simple simple theory
but before i stop this gigantic rant i also wanted to announce that i am quite homesick, fall in the northwest is so beautiful nothing compares, or perhaps fall at home is so comforting, coffee in ballard, strolling the waterfront, edmonds waterfront air, the way the sun rises in the morning with an auburn glow and even though you are up far to early you cant help but smile because its all just so beautiful.
i love to complain
i love to be apathetic
why am i typing
what will more words do
cry for attention
or
seek to dissect
there is no dissection that will comfort me
the only thing i can think of that would remedy my current unrest is an evening with zach, this also frustrates me
i dont want to need anything
but i do
i need everything
and write really long letters to everyone
expressing the influence they have had on me
thanking them for their authenticity
but there is no time for such things
no
i must write papers
but instead of actually writing them
it's probably a good idea to simply stare blankly at the computer
and turn on pandora
and explore new music
sit and look at my dirty clothes
the mess i've created
im sick
this is a valid excuse
i have never seen so much snot come out of ones sinuses as i have myself expelled over the past 3 days
and my throat
did i mention how terrible my cough is
how my entire throat feels like it is on fire when i breathe
and during my oral exam in french i started choking flem
on top of all this colorado was frigid until this morning
and being a west coast kid
i think that
a sweatshirt is an adequate shield against the elements, this is not true by the way, and having very few pairs of shoes able to withstand the grievances of the colorado freeze i rely heavily on wool socks
oh it was 65 degrees today
and the sun stayed in the sky till past seven
and the clouds look puffy and bright white here
like old photos of the west
with cowboys and stuff, except there are no cowboys here anymore, i could not describe folks here if i tried, but its nothing too outrageous, it just is what it is, there is a lot of this and that but a lot of nothing at all
in all honesty i will do most anything to keep from writing this very simple midterm
i will tell you it is a strenuous 10 page minimum work discussing the origin of war in our world worth 45% of my grade. I will tell you the class makes no sense and the professor's yoda like qualities distract me from understanding his purpose. But all these things are lies. The material is quite simple, the work expected of me is that of a high school student, i know how to write papers, i just. Well i just dont, i play up the bad, convince myself its not all worth it, and then i sit and write livejournal posts. anything to keep from completing the task at hand
maybe im just obsessed with the way i do things, why i do this shit constantly, but then again this could again just be a waste of useful time, superfluous words to explain a simple simple theory
but before i stop this gigantic rant i also wanted to announce that i am quite homesick, fall in the northwest is so beautiful nothing compares, or perhaps fall at home is so comforting, coffee in ballard, strolling the waterfront, edmonds waterfront air, the way the sun rises in the morning with an auburn glow and even though you are up far to early you cant help but smile because its all just so beautiful.
i love to complain
i love to be apathetic
why am i typing
what will more words do
cry for attention
or
seek to dissect
there is no dissection that will comfort me
the only thing i can think of that would remedy my current unrest is an evening with zach, this also frustrates me
i dont want to need anything
but i do
i need everything