Pack in the Life

Title sounds like a Mentos commercial I think.
I use it cause that's what I'm doing.

It's odd. One never realizes how much stuff one has until he has to pack it all up in the middle of the night. After being one day late to leave anyway.

Do I really like this shirt? What're these papers? Can I steal this? How long has it been since I really blogged? Do I care?

One of my New Year's resolutions goals was to write at least once a day in the bloggggg. Why this should be so I can't say. I can't remember anymore. It sounded really good that morning in the bath, though.

I got this journal from Lauren and it's cover is this vintage French follies poster reading "Le Miroir," the Mirror.
vintage French Poster on a Journal
It immediately struck me as something I wanted to write my dreams in. That stuff's important. I mean, seriously, Waking Life gave some good perspective on that random brain shit. There's a kind of sublime relevence to them mark these words and mark them well. I wanna remember cause, what if I miss something?

I suppose that has to do with what I was talking about cause I feel increasingly olllld even though I'm only freaking 21. My life, this unique college part of it, is whizzing by. Part of learning to live is letting things like that go, yeah sure. But part of it is reflection on how you live.

So there. That's as good a reason to blog as any.
People write about dumber shit.
Anonymous said...

Juicy....wouldn't let me sign in..

Shut up that cat blog was awsome!

4:23 PM  

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