dear void,
i have a canker sore and an IB exam tomorrow. i shouuuuld be studying for that.
i guess this is what my life has come down to: extracting superficial threads of day-to-day life and weaving them into something meaningful. i’m starting to think it’s all anyone can do.
for instance, i was forced to create a new rule for myself today. i will not date anyone who wears only Ron Paul paraphanelia. I do not see this rule changing in the future…ever.
when people tell me they love me it’s always jarring but cozy, like being punched in the stomach with a heating pad. it is a phrase used too much and also not enough. i love lots of people, even in a cheesy Bruno Mars “catch a grenade for you” way. there are some people at prout who have no idea that their presence at a lunch table or in a hallway makes my day a thousand times better. people i like just because i like them.
it’s dazzling but weird to think that everyone’s definitions of words like love are different. even colloquially. you never really know what anyone means when they talk about themselves. another sort of tower of babel-esque confusion that creates more trouble than it’s worth. so i suppose it’s best just to observe.
i’m not proofreading or writing anything particularly profound tonight. it just calms me to type words on stuff. too many college meetings. too many!!! i will refrain from the college application process. i will retire to a field of sunflowers and become a swedish meatball, milquemaid, or fish.
