I have to review our disaster management paper, but I choose to relax first. I'm listening to 311's stealing happy hours. I just can't wait for this semester to be over, I really want to go to the beach. I don't want to over-dream though. I dislike the thought of having so many plans but not really pushing through with it. I just hope my friends will have the same thirst to go to the beach as I.
I will be pretty lonesome this sembreak, but hopefully people I know will come up with climbs or trips or whatever.
I have this bleak feeling that I am turning gray. That I am being overturned. That I am becoming uninteresting. That I am becoming middle. That I am becoming like a sick-puppy. That I am losing my identity. Haha what the hell. I shall be painting my insides soon.Publish Post
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