late-night thoughts
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Life of a Student
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I’m quite surprised that I’ve made it this far in life without going insane. It inspires me with optimism for children everywhere, and makes me wonder how people with far more challenging life and family situations grew up.
Whenever I think about sick building syndrome, I don’t think about some volatile organic compound that’s infiltrating my trachea. I think about the profoundly negative energy that exists in this house and how I’m so much happier when I’m outside of it. I think we’ve just all grown tired of each other over the years. Maybe scarcity and a decrease in the quantity produced of existence will help restore this market to its own equilibrium.
I’m boxed in, and I’m not even qualifying that with a “I feel” in front of it. Everywhere there are stacks of papers and Oracle manuals and letters from ten years ago when we first moved in. Actually, we haven’t even finished moving in because there are still unpacked boxes. It is impossible to walk around freely in this place. It is impossible to walk around freely in this town, without someone telling me no. The situation in my house is not even unfounded materialism - there’s no excess of wealth at all. All it takes is a smashing of that proclivity to throw old things away. We just want to hold on to the past, make sure that every memory is preserved, every “buy one get one free” coupon for a restaurant that doesn’t even exist anymore, every edition of the newest I-don’t-even-know-for-what database administration magazine, every container for every single keyboard, video card, desktop tower, or anything that we’ve ever owned.
I don’t even know why I still use “we” in writing this. We the people. We the four, restricted, yearning only to be left to our own devices family.
critical mass
The problem is getting to that point.
drawing is so easy.
Just draw what you see. Simple, right?
self-portrait.
1. Despair in how to draw feature of your face.
2. Conduct random sketches on notebook paper.
3. Ponder the meaning of life, possible college prospects, and prom.
4. Google “how to draw ______”.
5. Toy around for forty minutes or so until the concept actually makes sense.
6. Devote two hours to perfecting every single detail.
7. Stand back twelve feet from your picture and realize that you completely misplaced a highlight.
8. Become friends with the kneaded eraser.
9. Redraw.
10. Reiterate.
The Listening (LIGHTS) + Where Is The Love? (Black Eyed Peas)
Mixed by flipboitamidles.
iNtuition
I’ll really have to keep track of what my intuition tells me vs what actually happens. This year, I’ve been 2-for-2 on some relatively big events (hooray for low sample size and possible confirmation bias), but I want to see if I can hone my powers of prediction.
