I want to go home somewhere fresh.
Where it will smell foreign and the couches will feel filthy at first.
A non-edited version of existing where my eyes don't tune out normalities.
I can finally grasp the truth of my environment.
I didn't ever believe that I would blog this, but next year these words, notes, and I are living somewhere fresh.
*hint* to where that location will be
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jOkV8XPeRng
(I just enjoy the melody but I'm not sure what it's truly about...? YET)
Thursday, April 5, 2012
Wednesday, April 4, 2012
La matematica
Do you ever feel perfectionism seeping out of your actions?
Teachers and people always saying, "this world could be better, everything could be better".
An annoyance follows the statement of this fact and it seeps too. Sometimes doing my math homework allays my nerves. Although I've heard others say this before, but at least with most math problems (graphs maybe ehh..) there's a finite set of answers. It doesn't matter what the work looks like it's all about the answer.
ALLEGORY FOR A LIFE (similar to mine...basically mine)
Teachers and people always saying, "this world could be better, everything could be better".
An annoyance follows the statement of this fact and it seeps too. Sometimes doing my math homework allays my nerves. Although I've heard others say this before, but at least with most math problems (graphs maybe ehh..) there's a finite set of answers. It doesn't matter what the work looks like it's all about the answer.
ALLEGORY FOR A LIFE (similar to mine...basically mine)
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