Rollercoasters
Life is one rollercoaster of a ride. If I were to write this blog an hour ago, it probably would’ve been along the lines of “omg, lyfe is so hard right now. i am hungry, not merely for food but for a reason to live. hold me and never let go…” Maybe not that melodramatic, but whatever. I consider myself a happy camper and I’m proud to say my mouth looks like a capital U most of the time. Lately though, I’ve been noticing an increasingly obvious pattern - wake up, class, eat, eat, study a bit, eat, fun, fun, existentialize, eat, sleep. I am totally down with all that jazz, minus the existential part. I can see how trying to understand the uniqueness and isolation of the individual experience in a hostile/indifferent universe and the indubitably unexplainable nature of human existence and how it is so interrelated with minuscule, daily decisions may be enticing at 1 in the morning, but frankly, it’s just worrisome. That is why I am going to stop. Or try to. Worrying about something you don’t know why or what you are worrying about it frivolous, stupid. I’d rather just be happy to be here, somewhat intact and whole.
I shouldn’t blog so late at night because I tend to forget what I want to say. I remember I had so many topics I wanted to write about but they slipped my mind. Oh, here’s one: my writing is terrible and I, like my friend, suck with verb tenses. I tend to mix and match them, much like my sock collection (hey man, as long as my feet are covered it’s all good). Verb tenses, man. In the end, they are all the same because, so long as the verb means something, I couldn’t care less about the when and the how.
I always eat the right-half of the fortune cookie first, then read the fortune, and lastly follow-up by eating the remaining half.
Cracked paint. I hates it.
I am going to see Astronautilus later tonight, how exhilarating. Time to get my swag on boyyyyy~
Keep your chin up. Chin up chin up!
