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I just finished a year of school and it was both easy and also somehow the most mentally draining thing I’ve ever done. But now I have to shoot out job applications to everywhere to finance my crippling addiction to buying Steam Games.
I think being a public speaker in Ancient Greece would be a great life. Allegedly Socrates, when without an audience, would just go to the gymnasium[Heller, Pg. 81 “Picture This”](like the college type, not a gym), and just sit at the public baths. Even today, I think the idea of spending all day on a college campus enjoying the amenities like the gym, swimming, and open fields would actually be great. When I go to college I would really want to do that on my off days.
I am so freaking freaked because as it gets warm, everyone at SAIL is wearing like spring dresses and they’re slaying it totally.
Look, here’s an odd complaint, but I kinda hate when people block me. I’m a harmless dumbo and I just want to communicate with people, and I kinda get sad when people indirectly say they don’t want to talk to me ever again.
There’s a local communist on campus, I have nothing against commies, but he kinda goes a bit too far with his pins. He kinda looks like those North Korean generals with all the medals, but instead, they’re three inch diameter aluminum pins.
He kinda looks like this, but the pin density is way higher. He has a bag where the entire surface is covered in pins.
Sometimes I’ll be recovering from illness and clear my throat, and just sound like I’m thirty years older. The shuddering of the mucus in my throat feels like shifting gears in a car when you forget to use the clutch. Bumpy, bad for the engine, but almost peacefully destructive.
I used to hate jeans because I felt like they would be restrictive, but I’m not going to lie, they’re very comfy. That’s one of the pros of going against my funky particular autism, I hold somewhat odd principles that don’t always make sense
I saw this beautiful gazebo in the courtyard of my uni’s campus. The fern moss on the roof only came after a sudden late fall rain appearing out of nowhere, and made it lively.
I think I almost developed AI-based psychosis because I tried to use it to help me with a chick. This sucks man. I mean, I feel better now that I’ve stopped, but Y’know
I love Charlie Brown, he’s such a good figure for people who don’t always feel like they can hold all the weight of the world. Of people who feel that their life just isn’t as good as other’s lives. He’s unappreciated, but he’s a good friend and despite being real gullible, he never hurts people who fool him.
I’m so goshdarn tired my little sigmas. I have this immense feeling that I am boiling away, but in a beautiful sense. It hits like a truck upon the Dam of Damocles. Releasing not a sword, but a euphoria.
Happy Birthday Joe Biden!!!
Great job Mr. President, youngest Senator and literally holds title of oldest president. Even if not currently President, you gotta love this goofy old man
“Tomorrow is another day
Another where you don’t stay
I’m fit to wander forever
Still with no good weather
A thermometer at 43
Not seeing a single bee
The few dragonflies that pass me by
Do nothing to stem my cries
While the evening becomes warm, my heart coldens
From all the grief I am holdin’
To sit across an ocean of lovers
And know you have another
To swim through the sea of doubt
With all the people you are about
Wondering if he’s the one
Who ended all our fun
Who conquered your heart willingly so
So I became the presumed foe
To be lied to about a “Scotsman”
No more real than a suburban fox glen
To see the seeds of doubt truly blossom
For my expulsion to be truly awesome
To fall apart at the gates of heaven
To never again accompany you to 7-Eleven
To see you finally have a bedfellow
I was never that mellow
It hurts my heart and fills it with woe
To see me become the one without glow
To hate upon your heart indeed
With true hate going upon me as lead
To be on the yoke of almighty hate
To pull against it to be truly great
To loosen my bounds and visit the lord
For he never has me bored
To never put the yoke on again
To see you in that fox’s glen
To smoke away, from afar
You have become my only scar
To stand next to the lord and be low
For I love you as a bro
Fraternal love, I say it so
For I now know I was the true foe
To have my heart having lust
Perhaps it was fair to turn it to dust
While I judge you from that bar
There is no hatred from the pain
I would do it again and again
But only if it meant my gain”
Pretty picture of the moon
Trueeee