But it was vile and it was cheap and you are beautiful...
"And the life of men, solitary, poore, , brutish, and short."
That was the masterful Thomas Hobbes.
That quote seems all encompassing right now. Maybe it's because the hour is unimaginable and so is the length of the paper i have to write...that was due friday. But friday isn't something i want to think about right now. On second thought, can we please forget all of last week. And while we're throwing days away, toss in Thanksgiving too. Not just the day itself, well the day especially, but the entire break. And here i am, thinking attempting to erase days from my memory will make everything ok. You feel like you're living on a cloud for five seconds and then it's a long fall coming down. And the fall is the one thing you can count on. The euphoria, vanished.
Last night i spent the evening foolishly dressed, although not alone, pretending to live in the 40's. I can't understand why anyone would want to pretend to live in the 40's of all decades. The 20's would be amazing, save the very last year. But the 40's? oh well, Cameron, Arielle and I had some good laughs. Drama geeks were rampant. and i was terrified. i saw too many people i don't care to see outside of school. So thats what they do on the weekends, have decade themed parties. Fun...on some level i'm sure.
I wonder if i should just go all out. Stay up all night. Just because. I won't be exhausted tomorrow but by Wednesday, i can assure you, i'll crash and burn and wish i had gone to sleep at some point. At least i'm totally put off of meth. It doesn't make any sense to me. Why would ANYONE want to take something that keeps you up for hours. It has to be a horrible feeling, knowing that your body is exhausted but not being able to do anything about it.
ok, i'm going to go write because i found a hundred thousand quotes to support my argument against the prompt. Aren't you glad i told you?
<3 anderson, catherine teresa
ps. i wish i could write like a philosopher
pps. This is for anyone who ever shops at the grove: NEVER lose your parking ticket. They charge you a ghastly $12. And it will make you want to throw a brick through a window, no window in particular.
That was the masterful Thomas Hobbes.
That quote seems all encompassing right now. Maybe it's because the hour is unimaginable and so is the length of the paper i have to write...that was due friday. But friday isn't something i want to think about right now. On second thought, can we please forget all of last week. And while we're throwing days away, toss in Thanksgiving too. Not just the day itself, well the day especially, but the entire break. And here i am, thinking attempting to erase days from my memory will make everything ok. You feel like you're living on a cloud for five seconds and then it's a long fall coming down. And the fall is the one thing you can count on. The euphoria, vanished.
Last night i spent the evening foolishly dressed, although not alone, pretending to live in the 40's. I can't understand why anyone would want to pretend to live in the 40's of all decades. The 20's would be amazing, save the very last year. But the 40's? oh well, Cameron, Arielle and I had some good laughs. Drama geeks were rampant. and i was terrified. i saw too many people i don't care to see outside of school. So thats what they do on the weekends, have decade themed parties. Fun...on some level i'm sure.
I wonder if i should just go all out. Stay up all night. Just because. I won't be exhausted tomorrow but by Wednesday, i can assure you, i'll crash and burn and wish i had gone to sleep at some point. At least i'm totally put off of meth. It doesn't make any sense to me. Why would ANYONE want to take something that keeps you up for hours. It has to be a horrible feeling, knowing that your body is exhausted but not being able to do anything about it.
ok, i'm going to go write because i found a hundred thousand quotes to support my argument against the prompt. Aren't you glad i told you?
<3 anderson, catherine teresa
ps. i wish i could write like a philosopher
pps. This is for anyone who ever shops at the grove: NEVER lose your parking ticket. They charge you a ghastly $12. And it will make you want to throw a brick through a window, no window in particular.