i like having my afternoon coffee on this barstool-like thing at the window of a cafe near campus. it overlooks an exceedingly normal street, and i like watching people cross the intersection and drive their cars through, maybe say something to each other, maybe adjust their mirrors or check their phones. it's all very boring, this life business, but i can somehow never attribute boredom to their stories. i suppose the expectation of beauty and extraordinariness in other people's lives forces us to fight for the same in ours, maybe. or maybe i need to cut back on the caffeine. or maybe i need more caffeine to induce sufficient anxiety within me to actually work at the cafe.
I don’t really like socials anymore, so this is my cheap replacement for yelling at the sky.
this semester has been a lot more self-directed than usual, so i do find myself wondering sometimes what to do ... and even though there's tons of "real" work to be done, i have, for some reason, decided to solve math problems on a sunny Friday morning in October. what? why? WHYYYYY???
mhmmmm yep i am officially in a leather jacket phase anything can happen
just got a blister from my stress ball we're in the end times