I haven't updated in a while. Oops. This whole journal thing is way more appealing when I have work I should be doing, but my work is pretty much done for the semester. I went to Naples to see Shayle and then she left for Europe on Friday. We're going to go to the Grand Canyon, we agreed. I am completely crushing out on her. She is, like, the person I've been waiting my whole life to meet. Really.
I feel lonely a lot lately, and a little sad because there are all these things I want to do and no one who's willing to do them with me. I miss having adventuring hippie friends. I might get a cool job this summer and meet some new people. People who, you know, like to backpack and stuff.
Ever since my roommate suggested that I might be synesthetic, I've been trying to think of ways that was true, other than how I see numbers and letters and days of the week as colors, and time as having form. I wish it was true, certainly, true for everything like how you read about, and I could taste paintings and smell music. Although now that I think about it, synethesia might be what compels me to eat, like, sand and flowers and things. We can talk more about this if you're curious, I'm not doing a very good job of explaining anything, I realize.
I want a tattoo of a penguin, a kayak, a pet hedgehog and a stripper pole in my room. I want a house, not too big and definitely not too new, with a porch overlooking the mangroves where I can have coffee and look at birds. I want there to be watercress in the grocery store every time I go. I want to eat cantelope naked with my hands every day for the rest of my life...
I feel lonely a lot lately, and a little sad because there are all these things I want to do and no one who's willing to do them with me. I miss having adventuring hippie friends. I might get a cool job this summer and meet some new people. People who, you know, like to backpack and stuff.
Ever since my roommate suggested that I might be synesthetic, I've been trying to think of ways that was true, other than how I see numbers and letters and days of the week as colors, and time as having form. I wish it was true, certainly, true for everything like how you read about, and I could taste paintings and smell music. Although now that I think about it, synethesia might be what compels me to eat, like, sand and flowers and things. We can talk more about this if you're curious, I'm not doing a very good job of explaining anything, I realize.
I want a tattoo of a penguin, a kayak, a pet hedgehog and a stripper pole in my room. I want a house, not too big and definitely not too new, with a porch overlooking the mangroves where I can have coffee and look at birds. I want there to be watercress in the grocery store every time I go. I want to eat cantelope naked with my hands every day for the rest of my life...
I think hedgehogs make poor pets. I think they lack any sort of domestic inclinations? But they are spikey