hedonisticnihil

This is the part of the journal where i write something profound:

profound.

Final papers and projects are just keeping down, put i still have the post-lethargic turkey day hangover. i can't concentrate on them. meanwhile my mind is wrapped around this girl that gives me butterflies.

that's right butterflies. i haven't gotten those from a female in over 3 years. yet i have this karmic sensation the same is not true for her. i want to be fiippant about it, but i am failing at it.

so it goes, and so it goes.

j.