College grad (shit), California.
21 and as always, figuring things out.
C'est la vie.
Lover of sudoku, comedy and the miscellaneous things in life.
Ambition will be the death of me.
my favorite college experience is when i had a 7am class and the kid next to me literally poured a monster energy drink into his coffee said “i’m going to die” and drank the whole thing
When people say ‘I hate math’ what you’re really saying is, ‘I hate the way mathematics was taught to me.’ Imagine an art class, in which, they teach you only how to paint a fence or wall, but never show you the paintings of the great masters. Then, of course, years later you would say, ‘I hate art.’ What you would really be saying is ‘I hate painting the fence.’ And so it is with math. When people say ‘I hate math’ what they are really saying is ‘I hate painting the fence.’
Sometimes I think I miss you.
Sometimes I seek signs of your existence - a reminder of your being.
Sometimes I mistake you for someone. I reel back.
Sometimes I still look for you.
Sometimes I hear the sounds of your keys - seems conditioning doesn’t leave easy.
Sometimes I wonder what the glue was.
Sometimes I sense remorse.
Sometimes I savor the resolution - then the coin flips, lament shows its morose face.
Most of the times, I yearn for a real finale. Unwilling to admit that deep down, I’m conscious that it’s mine to create.
I feel nostalgia for something that isn’t even over yet.
I tell him, “Feel free to adopt them as your own sisters, by the way.”
S: “I thought that was already the case?”
I guess I just expected a bit more.
But I’ll have to be patient and quit with the overactive imagination and unrealistic expectations.