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been a longntime since i wrote like this.
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been a longntime since i wrote like this. Been a long time since I wrote like this. I rarely come to the site any more. Its kind of a hit-and-miss thing. I don't want to leave yet though. There's still something I find here in the people that I don't find anywhere else. Pat yourself on the backs.  . Back to the writing... Quick update: nailed my modern art history final paper with a 100 percent. Got an 80 with my<b> philosophy </font></b>of science thing, and an 87 with my<b> philosophy </font></b>classics class. Lets just say that I want to gloat about my marks because even I'm srprised by them. I hated school before I started school. As to the writing... I was sitting on my deck this morning. I watched a guy chase his lawn mower down the hill behind my house. Moments like this in life you can try to recreate, but just can't. I had just finished my routine of hitting my hot tub and rinsing off via the garden hose. I was watcig some YT stuff on my kobo when I spied a wayward lawnmower making a getaway. The owner was to follow. Yes, I laughed out loud. While sitting in my superman housecoat no less. Too much was going through my mind at the time. I had a modern art histroy course final on my mind, two<b> philosophy </font></b>papers waiting for grades, an epic 10 year olds girl party behind me and my own birthday tomorrow. Never mind a job.... Or sideline that I want to start but am also very terrified to start. Seeing that mower on the run, with its owner in chase... Yeah,that beat the hit tub morning ritual. My<b> philosophy </font></b>prof wants me to take an idea na d pick out the smallest detail. I just want to spout my knowledge on whatever subject I'm writing about. He likes and wants us to nail the process. I like the process...but find that in the classroom the process doesn't translate. I think that's all worked out in the marking system. I think that's why I like school now. Perhaps why I'm doing pretty good now. I have to look at... Hang on... I have to some math.... 41 tomorrow. Its the day I have to renew my drivers license. It marks a full year that I've been on the island. I have a very few unorthodox friends that I rarely see. I know the managers, owners and bartenders of pretty much every hotspot in the town. I also am very frequent to the art galleries, and museums I pass by every day. But I keep going back to that someone... that someone that isn't there in bed at night. Nobody specific, but that someone to share intimate time with. My brain won't let go of it. I thought by now it would but it hasn't. Keeps me on edge. I'm not used to it. I should probably regard it as normal. Its called being single I think. ??? What do you think?  |
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Took me 2 yrs before i was ready to truly move on. Then i realized how important it was to live in the present. Come leave me some thoughts forujules I'd love to read them~xo~
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