Giant driftwood on the beach at La Push, Washington (2010)
this made me feel really uneasy, the ocean is terrifying.
its like when cats bring home a dead bird and drop it at your feet except the ocean is like I HAVE BROUGHT YOU THIS ENORMOUS TREE FROM THE DEPTHS OF HELL ENJOY
I get lonely almost as quickly as I get sick of people.
New Easter tradition = reminding friends of the silly drunken things they did the night before. :)
I have a paper due tomorrow about the difference between child humor and adult humor and the psychology behind why we all find certain things funny. I’ve spent more time thinking about whether I can still make a good grade in the class without writing the paper than actually thinking about what to write. Earlier I decided I would start on it by 8… it’s now 11:15 and I’ve yet to open up a Word document.
This is what it feels like when graduation is 3 weeks away. Senioritis times a million.
I thought about writing the paper yesterday since I wasn’t doing anything and instead watched AN ENTIRE SEASON of The Office. The struggle is so real.
So called ‘late-bloomers’ get a bad rap. Sometimes the people with the greatest potential often take the longest to find their path because their sensitivity is a double edged sword- it lives at the heart of their brilliance, but it also makes them more susceptible to life’s pains. Good thing we aren’t being penalized for handing in our purpose late. The soul doesn’t know a thing about deadlines.