Hopes Were Still Living Deep Inside

June 2, 2008

Dad: “What are you doing out here?”
Me: “It’s nice outside.”
Dad: “Oh. I guess you’re right.”

Silly people who stay in California. I guess you can’t really appreciate it until you’ve left. I’m so happy here. Is everyone else as happy when they return to California? Because it’s amazing. It’s like I wake up and the morning sunshine says “Hi. Welcome to another day in perfect happy land. I hope I didn’t wake you from a spectacular dream.” And even if it did wake me from a spectacular dream (which sometimes it does), I don’t mind too much because I remember what’s in store for me. There’s the sunshine, the trees, the sky, the food, the sunshine, the food, the trees, the sky, the sunshine, the food.

Now I just have to figure out a way to afford living here after college…

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Timorous Me

June 2, 2008

I just wrote about the word extreme on this website. I was surprisingly entertained for the whole solid minute I had to type. Then afterwards I read what other people wrote. I’ve realized that most people are more thoughtful than I am. Either that or they have more on their minds. Or they just bullshit everything.