not hungry, BUT-

I mean, it was obvious and it had to happen. 

But as I was saying it, it was one of those moments where you step outside and feel like you're watching it all happen. 

when I trace it to the root of the problem I will confidently say that it was because I have yet to feel that. it. whatever nondescript term is correct here.

it was too consistent....?

wait.

really?

naw.

d3

yeah, i know. 

I'm waiting too.  

buttermilk please.

reconsidering my enjoyment of a pod.
its not the the gray areas are aggravating anymore, it seems to be everything else.

after chatting it up with three women above the age of eighty tonight i have seemed to confirm my suspicion and fear: perhaps I'm not happy with the end result. perhaps I can't burrow into monotony and stay. monotony? maybe safety. safety? maybe.

when it a good time to eat pancakes?
always.

"oh, and just something for your consideration..."

proud moment of my day:

"Listen, I'm going to be straight with you. In theory, the past three years of my high school career would have been a complete waste of my time, had i not made the most out of them. My classes were unmotivating, and quite frankly, mind numbingly stupid.
but this year. this year, i care about all my classes. If I drop one
of my three electives, i would be doing a
disservice to myself. my electives that not only teach me things i
care about but teach me about what i want to continue to study for
the rest of my life. It would be an injustice to the education system
and everything thing you guys are suppose to stand for.
And don't even get me started on the unjust favoritism of athletes
pal, I could go on about that for hours and hours."

---Me, at 2:30 this afternoon

suuuck on that fool.

half court.

I only listen to a hand full of songs now.

there have been too many split seconds for comfort lately. and something just isn't right about them. but who can control that? 

control. 

i have it and you don't. 

uh oh.