It's the 15th.

I feel so incredibly human this week. Sensory overload. I'm lovin' it.

Bobby said some great things in his presentation.  He should have a classroom of his own one day.


"In three words I can sum up everything I've learned about life: it goes on." 

-Robert Frost.

Bored Bored Bored Bored.

I met a woman the other day, who loved to hear the sound of her voice. I sat and listened for an hour and a half, because I was there to listen to what she had to say. She was sometimes unfocused and indulgent, but she understood parts of my soul. She knew what I knew. She experienced the love that I experienced. She was crazy, but we bonded. We bonded because I too saw the beauty of desperation that a woman can hold in her heart. We bonded because we felt the same thing, at the same time, in the same way. She was crazy, but we were human.

I stopped for coffee at a BP gas station around one this morning. I met a guy at the counter who was trying to put a bunch of wet dollar bills into his drawer. I laughed and said, “Did he just give you a bunch of wet dollar bills?” He smelled them and he replied with, “Yeah, and he sure did. Why in the world.... must’ve been pushed in a pool or something.”

I’m so incredibly bored with this semester. And I don’t think I would be if I didn’t have to perform all of these oddly tedious tasks. We’re learning how to do conversions in my Math class. We have online homework, ….which I am convinced is pointless bullshit. I want to problem solve. Anyone with half decent deductive skills.... frustration.

I was once a nomad
But now I have a home and I want nothing more than to return
to my life without shoes
wandering comfortably on the earth
lying in the grass
because its beauty whispered in my ear a kind invitation

One day I woke up
...conglomerate creation of clay, rock, and dirt. Stiff with movement, aching. Longing for the charming ability to dance, but lacking the requisite moisture contained by the heavens. What unforgiving bastards to refuse the permission of aqueous pearls to trickle into our hardened edges. We too are deserving! I’m fool to have ever believed in the absence of elitists. Fate hardly ever favors the calloused souls.
I wouldn’t mind a gesture from Sol to shy away more often, because the continuous evaporation of my good parts is just a little insulting.

Also, wtf America.

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