She made me a CD
She made me a CD
taking a break from studying in the basement
ignoring the cold and sliding open a window
forgetting those calories and popping open a bag of granola
and just talking with friends while listening to the cool rain outside
… just may actually be worth. not being productive, for once.
You gotta take time away to take it easy, whether it seems like you need it or not.
Too much productivity is bad for you
I’m sorry, Chik-Fil-A waitress girl,
trying to hit on me with free desserts and drink refills.
Tonight just wasn’t your night, I guess.
I just have too many other things to be doing right now.
The girl who sits behind me in Chinese
Her voice is so cute
Though the rest of her is tragically not
Oh, the things I do
Cold nights, bright lights, a warm Louise
The lingering taste of pumpkin pie
It’s that time of year.
I’m feeling it.
This is probably the point in the story where the brave prince would rescue the helpless and scared princess, and they’d live happily ever after. But I guess it’s not that simple.
It almost never is, I’m afraid
I’m terribly sorry
It becomes clear to me that a healthy sex life is the key to a healthy relationship.
Today, I got fitted for contacts for the first time. After twenty or so minutes of poking myself in the eye, I moved my arm slightly to notice that a string of mucous several inches long had been dangling from my nose for an undetermined amount of time. The optometrist receptionist girl had not said anything. FML
Earlier this evening, I was fapping to some pronz.
A fairly normal ritual, but I noticed that the starring female seemed to be putting an abnormal amount of effort into her performance. She seemed to be pushing her physical capabilities to do a good job at what she was doing.
I thought to myself,
“what would compel her to do that?”
Maybe the salary received from her contractors varied based on performance levels.
Maybe she was just that kind of person.
Or maybe, just maybe, this was her primary source of income, and she had a very dire necessity for the cash.
“what sort of necessity might that be?”
But suddenly, as I was watching her choke and gag and cry, I subconsciously projected the thoughts into her head:
“I NEED TO BE ABLE TO FEED THE KID.”
I then found myself entirely unable to continue to fap.
It’s really tragic how it’s like a daily process of emotional polarization with this shit.
I’ll think something like
“Man this is so awesome,” or
“Things are developing so well, this is great,” or
“Gosh, I haven’t felt this way ever / in a long time”
Then something happens that makes me realize I’m probably making at least some kind of mistake to some degree.
It’s like gradually building an intricate sand castle, through very long and painful processes.
It’s cool and all, but it’s not going to last. The construction might be fun, but the time lost and sore muscles might not be worth it in the long run.
I mean, I basically sit around being surprised about my feelings and about the way things are,
then I realize that the surprise likely stems from the inner realization that it’s not a good idea.
Meaning a lot to someone
means a lot.
Getting almost twelve hours of sleep is pretty awesome after how this week went.
Plus, two very interesting, vivid, memorable dreams. The first in like a year or more.
I can’t help but love how laid-back my mom is sometimes
“Yes, I took good care of Louise getting here here. <3 AND BY THE WAY WHOSE CAMELS WERE THOSE I FOUND IN THE CENTER CONSOLE”
“Umm, not mine? :D “
“Oho fat chance mister.”
“Mawmmyyy. ; w ; I don’t do it oftennn, like ever at all.”
“Yeah okay. Be a good boy ‘cause I love you”
“Okay mawmmy c:”
Sartre & Peanuts (Philosophy Now Magazine) (via shynessisnice)
But from another existential viewpoint (Kierkegaard’s), Linus’ faith in the Great Pumpkin is all that matters.