— Concluding notes in a writer’s last piece at the Collegian. Sam, the weather was weird today. It rained when we cried, it shined when we laughed. It poured and winded after we split ways but transformed back in time to see the sun go down. I swear to god.
shitty weather —-> depressed ——-> lack of focus
nice weather——> !!!!!!!!!!! ——-> lack of focus
fits the bill. aw shiiit
My BACK is sore from running (?). My legs far outpace my lungs. I’ve never felt so out of shape in my life. Time to change some shit, ferrl.
I used to see you every day
I danced around your folk and soul
I danced to all your fucking soul
I left you with your nose a bleedin’
And your toes creepin’ around
So mundane and incomplete
Hand me down my pants and get me off this street"
— Let me be drunk and relive my week and fall in love with the damn rock again. This will happen because I’m here and now.
i miss my boyfriend and my cats
especially my cats
1. create a work schedule for the semester and stick to it (like most people have to do)
2. be nicer to clara
3. design either sundays or saturdays to always be fundays.
4. cut egregious internet abuses to the end of fundays only
5. run; shoot for every tuesday even if you fucked off the rest of the week.
6. go to First Cup Cafe more often; bring only blank paper and pen.
7. make bulletin board out of cork collection
8. give more gifts/kindnesses randomly
9. finish making that one gift you abandoned, and give it.
10. get a savings account
11. go to the doctor once. one time. you can do it.
12. make more time for listening and reading
13. move forward without hesitation"
New Years’ Resolutions (private post) from one year ago.
2. - accomplished(?)
13 - accomplished. don’t care that it’s vague.
3, 5, 8, - accomplished sort-of or in a temporary domain
1, 4, 6, 7, 9, 10, 11, 12, - Woops.
scientificcanadian said: hello :) I was just curious to know what you studied in college. Congratulations on finishing the year and best of luck getting a job this summer :D
Sorry, haven’t been on this thing in a while and it didn’t notify me of any messages. I can’t tell how delayed I am in responding to this. Thanks for the congrats! I studied Ecology & Evolutionary Biology in college.
I am driving in Engram’s car with him in the passenger seat. We’re driving over a bridge on our way to a hospital, it is nighttime. I know that coming up is a certain stretch of bridge that is split in the middle. On the other side of the ridge is a clear road to the right and a construction gate or similar obstruction. So I’m aware that jumping the gap takes certain strategy involving moving a little to the right side of the street, then driving straight and fast. We’re approaching the gap and I either forget or get flustered and slip, sending the car flying crookedly to the left. Engram and I both know that we’re done as we watch a dark sea approaching quickly. Engram says, “It’ll pull us down”, as if trying to incite some exit strategy in either of our minds once we’re submerged. We don’t hit water — instead we hit a commercial truck on a barge; while the car is crumpled we are unhurt. I notice our seat belts.
I am walking home in an early part of post-sunset night, probably around 9 or 10. I am walking only a little bit behind and to the left of a man who suddenly stops and throws a naked infant into the middle of the road. I look to my left across the street and see a police officer shining a spotlight in my and the man’s direction. I look right toward the man and in the half circle of light that’s on him I notice a charcoal shiny steel that I recognize to be a gun and I walk ahead. Though I think the cop was in pursuit of him the man catches up to me and pulls me into a crouching position behind a wooden fence; with the gun to my head he says one sentence to me (which I can’t remember) but I think had something to do with coming up with a story. Though I don’t remember, I’m pretty sure I got out of that situation.
I called D**** to tell him about the two crazy stories of the day. A*** answers and D**** and J*** are in the background. I’m talking to A*** but they’re all having fun/being slightly rambunctious. I have trouble getting him/them to listen to the story
EDIT: Engram and I do make it to the “hospital” where we end up in a comfy room with a bunch of people lounging and chatting. I may or may not have known some of them. One guy casually mentions how bad it is driving over that bridge. I enthusiastically try to share what happened to me and Engram but people are too happy and talking over it.
— 7/13/12. It’s weird finding old dream journals. Should keep those again.