fatally yours
That's it. The days are winding down--everyone's starting to write entries about that. There are sugar cubes up in the office. Senior farewell is next week (could that really be my last GMM? fuck, dude).
But, fret not, I am not reminescing just yet (we'll save that for when the stress of these papers has passed and maybe I'm feeling a bit better).
Today, I read this thing that a girl I've known since very, very early high school wrote about me. It was probably the nicest thing that anyone's ever said about me, even though I've heard some pretty damn snazzy things before. I was trying to figure out why it was so good--then it kinda hit me that the ways that we think complement each other. So it was just... all of the things that I think of myself as--those were the things she commented on. I hear a lot of things that are nice that are AIESEC-related, but it's been so long since anyone has complimented me or commented on the things that I'm crazy-passionate about outside of AIESEC.
Then it also made me think about how weird it is to never see someone and feel like you're out of the loop in life in general if you don't know what's going on with them. I can list three people that I feel that way about and never see. Odd. I'm wondering how much that list will grow after graduation.
Since I got this mini-iPod thing, I feel like my life finally has the soundtrack it deserves. This also means that I'm obsessing hardcore on Michael Jackson songs. You can see me moon walking across the diag several times throughout the day. At other times, I'm on the steps of the Grad Library reenacting Thriller.
So, maybe not. But it's nice. All of this music I used to listen to--constantly in my head. It made me realize that most of it is boys and their guitars. I'm such a sucker for that.
I suppose, lately, I should be more of a sucker for homework, but that's never happened, so why begin now, right?
It's about time I take another trip out to Cali. I need to contact the brother and see if he'd like to partially sponsor a trip so that I can lounge in SoCal and hang out with the hippies in Haight-Ashbury again. Maybe that one-eyed, tall, Jamaican woman still owns her store. Perhaps, this time, I'll purchase one of her beautiful, foreign pipes or retro spoon rings. Most definitely, I will become a Jamba Juice junkie once again.
But, fret not, I am not reminescing just yet (we'll save that for when the stress of these papers has passed and maybe I'm feeling a bit better).
Today, I read this thing that a girl I've known since very, very early high school wrote about me. It was probably the nicest thing that anyone's ever said about me, even though I've heard some pretty damn snazzy things before. I was trying to figure out why it was so good--then it kinda hit me that the ways that we think complement each other. So it was just... all of the things that I think of myself as--those were the things she commented on. I hear a lot of things that are nice that are AIESEC-related, but it's been so long since anyone has complimented me or commented on the things that I'm crazy-passionate about outside of AIESEC.
Then it also made me think about how weird it is to never see someone and feel like you're out of the loop in life in general if you don't know what's going on with them. I can list three people that I feel that way about and never see. Odd. I'm wondering how much that list will grow after graduation.
Since I got this mini-iPod thing, I feel like my life finally has the soundtrack it deserves. This also means that I'm obsessing hardcore on Michael Jackson songs. You can see me moon walking across the diag several times throughout the day. At other times, I'm on the steps of the Grad Library reenacting Thriller.
So, maybe not. But it's nice. All of this music I used to listen to--constantly in my head. It made me realize that most of it is boys and their guitars. I'm such a sucker for that.
I suppose, lately, I should be more of a sucker for homework, but that's never happened, so why begin now, right?
It's about time I take another trip out to Cali. I need to contact the brother and see if he'd like to partially sponsor a trip so that I can lounge in SoCal and hang out with the hippies in Haight-Ashbury again. Maybe that one-eyed, tall, Jamaican woman still owns her store. Perhaps, this time, I'll purchase one of her beautiful, foreign pipes or retro spoon rings. Most definitely, I will become a Jamba Juice junkie once again.
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