sans serif
what the hell is a serif?
i've been assailed by the unfortunate fact that the GRE subject test for biology is in a little over a month and i haven't studied and i am required to take it for my writtens. this is not a crisis, merely a rather large oversight. sigh.
i've also been assailed by:
sanity
insanity
bighorn sheep
canyons
waves
bluebunch wheatgrass
envy
regret
bears
mule deer
stars
geology tests
idaho
the palouse
selfconsciousness
insecurity
doubt
resolution
squash
loneliness
deep sleeps
in a nutshell, i don't understand why i'm such an unattached nomad. unattached to people, unattached to places. i only make shallow connections, because they're easier to break away from. what's so great about being independent? you only feel like a shriveled up prune, in the end. but oi, the things that come of forcing friendships. i keep trying to turn this around, but it's a lot like trying to stop plate tectonics. i think i'm a heavy, serious, dense oceanic plate being subducted under the plate of Circumstance. and eventually, it will result in extremely explosive andesitic volcanism. lethal mudflows. glowing ash avalanches. chunks of fallout as big as houses.
what's worst is that i know it's my fault. i made my bed, now i lie in it--for lack of foresight and lack of initiative and lack of social glibness and lack of smiles, i lack also the things people cherish most: connection. i build and build industriously, but against weathering, erosion, i am just an ant carrying grains of sediment up a wasting mountain.
isolated as st. helena, in the middle of the atlantic.
i've been assailed by the unfortunate fact that the GRE subject test for biology is in a little over a month and i haven't studied and i am required to take it for my writtens. this is not a crisis, merely a rather large oversight. sigh.
i've also been assailed by:
sanity
insanity
bighorn sheep
canyons
waves
bluebunch wheatgrass
envy
regret
bears
mule deer
stars
geology tests
idaho
the palouse
selfconsciousness
insecurity
doubt
resolution
squash
loneliness
deep sleeps
in a nutshell, i don't understand why i'm such an unattached nomad. unattached to people, unattached to places. i only make shallow connections, because they're easier to break away from. what's so great about being independent? you only feel like a shriveled up prune, in the end. but oi, the things that come of forcing friendships. i keep trying to turn this around, but it's a lot like trying to stop plate tectonics. i think i'm a heavy, serious, dense oceanic plate being subducted under the plate of Circumstance. and eventually, it will result in extremely explosive andesitic volcanism. lethal mudflows. glowing ash avalanches. chunks of fallout as big as houses.
what's worst is that i know it's my fault. i made my bed, now i lie in it--for lack of foresight and lack of initiative and lack of social glibness and lack of smiles, i lack also the things people cherish most: connection. i build and build industriously, but against weathering, erosion, i am just an ant carrying grains of sediment up a wasting mountain.
isolated as st. helena, in the middle of the atlantic.