Mad Girl's Love Song
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Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
Here I am, a bundle of past recollections and future dreams, knotted up in a reasonably attractive bundle of flesh. I remember what this flesh had gone through; I dream of what it may go through. I record here the actions of optical nerves, of taste buds, of sensory perception. And, I think: I am but one more drop in the great sea of matter, defined, with the ability to realize my existence.
I spent this weekend ‘partying’ and being social which is usually not at all like me. However, I needed to blow off some major steam after writing 4 midterms in two days at the end of last week. I don’t regret any of this; yes I drank copious amount of alcohol and danced so hard that my legs still hurt but I also had intense emotional conversations with a guy I am getting to know about life and all the shitty things we have both been through. So now he knows everything and I know everything, and he hasn’t ran away. Weird.
Saturday February 4th
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