* I do admit to owning four different Winnie the Pooh plushies, but I am very much of the opinion that it is a virtual impossibility to have too many Winnie the Pooh plushies. As Winnie the Pooh is probably my most favorite of philosophers, I am convinced that any one who takes the time to give me anything that stands as an homage to Pooh truly understands my persona. :D
Labels: a life without goals, bad, bored, college, le sigh, sad, shit
It's really difficult for me to put myself in a position to deliberately not pay attention. Lectures for school have been burned into my mind as being anything but pure, undiluted mana — to ignore it would be a sin, resulting in 40 (more) years of watching teachers read off of their powerpoint presentations. Needless to say, going into lectures where I do not give a shit is quite possibly the least comprehensible thing I do during the day to day existence here at college. Woeful even, as my time could be much better spent elsewhere. Thoughts and ideas I would have had in one locale are shattered in the less than inspiring lecture hall of horrible seventies architecture.
I miss art. I don't know why, but I remember there being a lot more art in my life, especially at my most creative piques. However, I have no evidence to back that claim. So I guess it's just a moot point. Some days colors just seem brighter I guess. The world was shinier on the creative days. Now it is coming off as incredibly dull...
I don't know. Happy almost birthday I guess.
Current Music: White Horse Cover — Steven Jerzac
But you're not my princess,
This ain't a fairy tale...
PS: One day I'll update with something more substantial. Urgh. I need to go to the gym...
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