I drink your milkshake. I drink it ALL up.

Question: Why do the lights at Underhill remain lit when I’m trying to fucking sleep but turn off when we actually try to go out and use the field?

I’m usually too busy writing in my other blog to really give this one any thought at substance, but I’m tired of drafting all my entries and reading them a week later and bagging on myself for sounding so ridiculously emo. That being said, I’m not going to guarantee at all that this post is going to be any less shallow than any of the previous ones.

Purdyy

It’s a little before 4 AM and it JUST seems like the city of Berkeley has decided to calm down and finally take a break. I might just have a skewed perspective on things, seeing as though I get practically no time alone in my room, or anywhere for that matter. (Not that that’s a bad thing! I love everyone that comes in and entertains me.) It’s just that I tend to be sort of a recluse and I like spending time by myself and getting to know myself better. No matter how exciting a day has been, I really don’t think anything can beat sitting here and looking through the window at the glittering lights of San Francisco that sparkle across the bay as my fingers type more on impulse rather than by calculated thought. It’s days like these of remote silence which sound the loudest to me — only in darkness can you really see the lights that shine brightest in your life. Metaphorically, I need this to remind myself how good life really is to me. I’m blessed to be put in such a position where I can make the choices in my life that I do. I’m surrounded by such amazing people and I feel like I occasionally lose sight of that. Fortunately, I’m human like the rest of you who waste enough time to read this blog, so second chances come aplenty. I’m going to be a better person. (Hey you. :))

There’s not really a unifying point to this, per sé, (nor any point at all…) but to anyone who cares: be happy with the choices that you make. You’re born to get hurt, to love, to gain, to lose, to smile, to cry, whatever. We’re all part of a process; just enjoy the damn ride because you’ll feel alive at the very least. Live and let learn, because life is too good for any of us to complain about unrequited love or a failed midterm.

Hi, let’s be friends again! :) Hopefully I’ve built enough positive karma over this past week to hit that v4 tomorrow. JEEEEEEEEEEEEZ.

Songs that have been stuck in my head as of late: (As precursors to my Friday music sharing post and a massive post about Apple and their ridiculously effective advertising gimmick for budding artists.)

Chairlift - Bruises

Little Red - Fool

Damien Jurado - Go First

19 September 2008