On clarity and infatuations

And well, even as we create new things to obsess about, we mustn’t forget the important things in life. What this time is given to us for, what the club is meant to be. Sometimes when i lose myself in work i forget the greater things at stake, the grades that are the goal of my study in the university, the girl that i’ve pledged my heart to (and hers to mine?). Sometimes its easy to lose yourself when the urgency throws loops around you like a winding lifeline, saving you from drowning in the insanity of overworking, but suffocating the greater life that exist around yourself.

Writing class, at least, brings me closer to a greater realization of myself. The origins of meaning seem so inherent in all things, but purging the assumptions of convention broadens the horizons of the mind. Meaning changes and dwells, morphs and thrives through the times.

Within, throughout, without and encompassing.

My designs aren’t great but they’re getting better. Sometimes you need to spark that lightbulb above your head, and inspiration flows like water from behind a gate. But whether the room behind that gate is a one-man cell or a reservoir...

The beat of two legs

Measure out rhythms of breaths

A ride through the night

Dry run was good, hg should be proud.

Which reminds me, so many things to be done by tomorrow.

Often, when close to a deadline, I feel anxious. Yet, often, close to a deadline, my heart grows cold and my sense turns numb. Opacity of the glass on the moral compass. To do or not to do is like, whatever.

She was cute, but didn’t seem terribly smart.

Someone said cloverfield sucks big time.

Motive and thesis. Some people say, yet it isn’t the way you think it is. Tiffany...she draws me to her with the gravity of intellect, makes me wonder if i could entice her and draw her in, make her over and change her. Her intellect draws me in with the florid twisting joy of a challenged mind. If only she dresses better and not be such a nerd. Clothing identities, hello?!

But what am i talking about. This testosterone infatuation!

So many things to do and so little time. (Time for me to get moving then.) Then things will begin to look like the beginning of an end, rather than the distant start line of a marathon. I’m an ant at a crossroads, tyre-width dash by dash to safety. Stop and i’ll never get across, stop and i’ll be tread marked, just keep going and maybe i’ll get there soon enough.