Meg speaks some words of utter truth at the end of a recent entry.
by krisis
I finally did finish that paper, and with its end comes a relaxing three-day pause between mind-numbing assignments. Three days of intellectual freedom. Oh boy.
After i died in my dream, my friends could tell when i was near them even though they couldn’t see me. I could tell how well someone knew me by how much they reacted to my presence. I finally did manage to communicate with someone, but i don’t remember who it was. I wish i did.
I’d just like to reaffirm my utter adoration for my two newest daily reads: WockerJabby and Will Pate. Besides both being in possession of great layouts, they’ve both been very intriguing writers in the two days since i’ve been reading them. I can’t wait until i get a free hour or to to delve into their archives!
I think i might kill myself while in Florida. I’ll be without my guitar (i can’t bring it on the flight as a carry-on, and as shitty as it as i still refuse to check it as luggage) and without a computer (visiting a lot of older relatives, no computers that i’m aware of [though i should bring some access numbers to *something* just in case] ). Sure, four days doesn’t sound like much, but you should’ve seen the blind panic i was in on Thanksgiving night when i got online and couldn’t access blogger. Not pretty.